Splinters on my fingers
Pinch the skin against my teeth
And on my tongue you'll find a trail of red rivers spilled underneath
Swallowed by the messed up sink
There's a sour taste resting on my taste buds
Took a sip from last night's drink
Face of despair followed by nods
My forehead now against the toilet
I've lost it all a long time ago
But even that was no secret
I'll never know how to let it go
Apr 21, 2016
Apr 21, 2016 at 1:06 AM UTC
Splinters on my fingers
Pinch the skin against my teeth
And on my tongue you'll find a trail of red rivers spilled underneath
Swallowed by the messed up sink
There's a sour taste resting on my taste buds
Took a sip from last night's drink
Face of despair followed by nods
My forehead now against the toilet
I've lost it all a long time ago
But even that was no secret
I'll never know how to let it go
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