Your eyes were black pits to everyone,
But to me I see something else in them,
I see a story,
One of pain, fear, and love
Two broken by the pills you swallow,
One still fighting on your wrist.
Apr 17, 2014
Apr 17, 2014 at 11:31 PM UTC
Your eyes were black pits to everyone,
But to me I see something else in them,
I see a story,
One of pain, fear, and love
Two broken by the pills you swallow,
One still fighting on your wrist.
