I'm sitting home alone, and
thinking..
These thoughts that spin, I
take out a knife, and my
eyes are empty.
But it falls to the floor with
a bang, and I see nothing,
my eyes are too wet.
How could it end up being
like this?
Knife
I'm sitting home alone, and
thinking..
These thoughts that spin, I
take out a knife, and my
eyes are empty.
But it falls to the floor with
a bang, and I see nothing,
my eyes are too wet.
How could it end up being
like this?