Mar 2020
From the height of my eyes
Scraping hair often spiked
And cloudy thoughts
Who’d of thought
That’d I’d wish to be seen
In such a ways as this
Be it always by you
Was the only hope
In me
Scraping hair often spiked
And cloudy thoughts
Who’d of thought
That’d I’d wish to be seen
In such a ways as this
Be it always by you
Was the only hope
In me
Like The Sky
