If my fingers traced your mind
(Like its pages were a book)
Like there was something to find,
Would you treat me like a crook?
Would you throw me against a wall,
Stare deep in my mind
And realise you are blind?
Jun 24, 2015
Jun 24, 2015 at 11:07 AM UTC
If my fingers traced your mind
(Like its pages were a book)
Like there was something to find,
Would you treat me like a crook?
Would you throw me against a wall,
Stare deep in my mind
And realise you are blind?
