Sep 2016
Someone has cut my strings, Love
And now I sit here(vulnerable)
You take me in your (bitter)hands
And toss me against the wall
And as I slump against the broken glass
I think
Maybe it was you
[Someone is wailing]
*[Maybe its you]
And now I sit here(vulnerable)
You take me in your (bitter)hands
And toss me against the wall
And as I slump against the broken glass
I think
Maybe it was you
[Someone is wailing]
*[Maybe its you]
