But in the end was it ever truly love that you desired, or was it the seemingly complex idea carried by lust?
After everything I held guarded so closely, did it leave a new wound open, or had it bled just so it could rust?
Broken Capillaries
But in the end was it ever truly love that you desired, or was it the seemingly complex idea carried by lust?
After everything I held guarded so closely, did it leave a new wound open, or had it bled just so it could rust?