all comments/insults accepted. ;P
with the brigh t white moon i shall regre t
cutti ng the stitc hes along my mouth
as long as no one would ever forge t
the thing s i said ( they' re headi ng south )
when tears arent enoug h
and blood is just too much
your skin becom es satin white
and froze n to the touch
Your thoug hts never sync well with words
for a thous and pardo ns shall never heal
the calli ng of a thous and black birds
compa red to the way you think i feel
with the brigh
cutti
as long as no one would
the thing
when tears
and blood
your skin becom
and froze
Your thoug
for a thous
the calli
compa
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