Upon those lips
behind your eyes
I'm caught in a snare
short of breath
I can't help but to stare
feeling my way though the dark
a familiar path stitched on my skin
Stealing myself from this world
hiding from the pain
Upon those lips
behind your eyes
I'm caught in your lie
Sep 27, 2018
Sep 27, 2018 at 9:55 PM UTC
Upon those lips
behind your eyes
I'm caught in a snare
short of breath
I can't help but to stare
feeling my way though the dark
a familiar path stitched on my skin
Stealing myself from this world
hiding from the pain
Upon those lips
behind your eyes
I'm caught in your lie
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