Nov 4
I'd keep the walls down but
Everytime I let hope remove the bricks
I take arrows to my chest.
I think it might be best
To keep the concrete high
And nurse my wounds in private this time.
Everytime I let hope remove the bricks
I take arrows to my chest.
I think it might be best
To keep the concrete high
And nurse my wounds in private this time.
My fingers are calloused
My skin is burned
My thoughts now are malice
From the patterns I've learned
My skin is burned
My thoughts now are malice
From the patterns I've learned
