Dec 2012
Apathy washes over me
A cold, numb tide.
And I sit here and ask why,
Without really caring to know the answer.
Scar tissue decorates my heart
For all the times I cared.
A cold, numb tide.
And I sit here and ask why,
Without really caring to know the answer.
Scar tissue decorates my heart
For all the times I cared.
