Oct 2013
You stand there.
Beautiful like a Greek sculpture,
Nothing can touch you.
Still, I hear you
Screaming
inside of your head.
Lost inside your pain.
I wish I could mend your soul.
Beautiful like a Greek sculpture,
Nothing can touch you.
Still, I hear you
Screaming
inside of your head.
Lost inside your pain.
I wish I could mend your soul.
