Mar 2020
I feel like I'm rotting
From the outside in
The longer I sit here
And bury it down
The faster the rot s p r e a d s
starting at my fingertips
Inching its way closer
And closer
To my heart
From the outside in
The longer I sit here
And bury it down
The faster the rot s p r e a d s
starting at my fingertips
Inching its way closer
And closer
To my heart
