Jun 2013
Your faith was shattered;
And so was mine.
So we found our refuge;
in the unkind.
We kissed our own scars,
And broke our own hearts.
With nothing but the bitter-sweet idea...
Of hope.
(m.a.)
And so was mine.
So we found our refuge;
in the unkind.
We kissed our own scars,
And broke our own hearts.
With nothing but the bitter-sweet idea...
Of hope.
(m.a.)
