Nov 2017
Wither away
Like a rose past its prime
Like leaves in the fall
Wither away
Like a dying soul
Wither away
Until the light fades
Until your sight blurs
Wither
Until you can't feel the pain anymore
Like a rose past its prime
Like leaves in the fall
Wither away
Like a dying soul
Wither away
Until the light fades
Until your sight blurs
Wither
Until you can't feel the pain anymore
