Bring times when I couldn't see the finish line
Natural demise
When I knew my hand would be my dagger
And my neck the stone
Gratitude for the weight off my shoulders but nevertheless yearning for the pressure back.
Bandage and the white lines.
Bring times when I couldn't see the finish line
Natural demise
When I knew my hand would be my dagger
And my neck the stone
Gratitude for the weight off my shoulders but nevertheless yearning for the pressure back.
Bandage and the white lines.