Someone has cut my strings, Love
And now I sit here(vulnerable)
You take me in your (bitter)hands
And toss me against the wall
And as I slump against the broken glass
I think
Maybe it was you
[Someone is wailing]
[Maybe its you]
Sep 28, 2016
Sep 28, 2016 at 8:25 PM UTC
Someone has cut my strings, Love
And now I sit here(vulnerable)
You take me in your (bitter)hands
And toss me against the wall
And as I slump against the broken glass
I think
Maybe it was you
[Someone is wailing]
[Maybe its you]
