If only I could puppeteer my own heart
But I can't control the viscous strings.
They are taut, lying in someone else's hands
And she laughs at me from the shadows.
Jul 1, 2015
Jul 1, 2015 at 9:33 PM UTC
If only I could puppeteer my own heart
But I can't control the viscous strings.
They are taut, lying in someone else's hands
And she laughs at me from the shadows.
