I gave you a knife and a feather,
Watch you stab yourself to death,
Or burst into spouts of laughter.
You chose the odds, now all I have left are burried memories and a gravestone to bring flowers to.
Jun 25, 2015
Jun 25, 2015 at 10:38 AM UTC
I gave you a knife and a feather,
Watch you stab yourself to death,
Or burst into spouts of laughter.
You chose the odds, now all I have left are burried memories and a gravestone to bring flowers to.
