To be free of this beast,
And his weight on my chest
To cut off these chains,
And their grip on my wrists
To let this hope dwindle,
And leave me with tears
I will do anything,
anything,
As long as I'm not here.
Dec 5, 2013
Dec 5, 2013 at 6:26 AM UTC
To be free of this beast,
And his weight on my chest
To cut off these chains,
And their grip on my wrists
To let this hope dwindle,
And leave me with tears
I will do anything,
anything,
As long as I'm not here.
Bye Perth. I'm leaving and not looking back.
