the train blasts in speed
sends me to the battle field
punch my heart, form a shield
i'm ready for another slit
i wonder what could have changed
cause my wound still bleed the same
Oct 4, 2020
Oct 4, 2020 at 3:26 AM UTC
the train blasts in speed
sends me to the battle field
punch my heart, form a shield
i'm ready for another slit
i wonder what could have changed
cause my wound still bleed the same
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