It's never completely there to begin with, it never was.
Occasionally a piece is ripped, exposed.
Bit by bit i've lost all but one.
It's real dry, barely there, a feeble cry.
Don't let me turn to dust.
Aug 24, 2014
Aug 24, 2014 at 11:13 PM UTC
It's never completely there to begin with, it never was.
Occasionally a piece is ripped, exposed.
Bit by bit i've lost all but one.
It's real dry, barely there, a feeble cry.
Don't let me turn to dust.
August 21, 2011
