A veil comes across, a grieving sound beckons but a helpless whisper pulls
A grieving sound beckons but a helpless whisper pulls
You pull at what strings lay withered of me
Your strength - not untangles, but, detaches my puppets
I lay about with wholehearted regret, as I’m regurgitating health back into you, but where is mine if I’ve used it all up for my friend.
Where is mine if I’ve used it all up for my friend.