Mar 2014
There's nothing left,
inside my hollow self.
You took the trust,
created distance with your fist.
There's nothing left,
Of our former wealth.
It's turned to dust,
Just like my crippled wrist.
inside my hollow self.
You took the trust,
created distance with your fist.
There's nothing left,
Of our former wealth.
It's turned to dust,
Just like my crippled wrist.
