One day someone stands where I stood now
Black ink spilled through those paper edges
There's a reason only a snake could **** it
Life in these pages,
some without names and some without faces
Days spent and these lyrics bleed
So seethrough the shadows come through
Every inch of me in something no one reads
Nothing to understand
Apr 15, 2015
Apr 15, 2015 at 3:26 AM UTC
One day someone stands where I stood now
Black ink spilled through those paper edges
There's a reason only a snake could **** it
Life in these pages,
some without names and some without faces
Days spent and these lyrics bleed
So seethrough the shadows come through
Every inch of me in something no one reads
Nothing to understand
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