Jul 2014
Her hands over her streaking face
She screams
Don't look at me
And good god I look at her
I look past all that and I see
Underneath scratches and ticks
My god she's as lonely as me.
She screams
Don't look at me
And good god I look at her
I look past all that and I see
Underneath scratches and ticks
My god she's as lonely as me.
