Jun 2016
You snarled with sharp teeth,
And your wounds were bleeding through.
So you drowned yourself in alcohol,
Because that's all you knew.
But now the times are different,
And you want to start again,
So you try to make up for it,
With the ink from your pen.
And your wounds were bleeding through.
So you drowned yourself in alcohol,
Because that's all you knew.
But now the times are different,
And you want to start again,
So you try to make up for it,
With the ink from your pen.
My Father sends me Birthday cards every year, but I just rip them up.
