Even with your fingers wringing my neck
And your lips leaving bruises where they touched
Your claws ripping away at my favorite dress
To devour the skin underneath
There is no place in Heaven
Or more like in Hell
I'd rather be
Aug 22, 2014
Aug 22, 2014 at 2:17 AM UTC
Even with your fingers wringing my neck
And your lips leaving bruises where they touched
Your claws ripping away at my favorite dress
To devour the skin underneath
There is no place in Heaven
Or more like in Hell
I'd rather be
why do i miss you
