Apr 2014
Spikes on my collar
and slits on my wrists
I wish I was the girl
that she would miss
because love won't last
as our light grows dim
I'll be in the past
...While she's with him.
and slits on my wrists
I wish I was the girl
that she would miss
because love won't last
as our light grows dim
I'll be in the past
...While she's with him.
