Jan 2019
Like a moth
I'm drawn to the flame
Where I keep getting burned
I'm hurting in my soul.
My fingers are cut
My voice is weak
If there's anything left,
It was gone last week
I'm drawn to the flame
Where I keep getting burned
I'm hurting in my soul.
My fingers are cut
My voice is weak
If there's anything left,
It was gone last week
