Walking down the street, falling from the skyFalling straight into your arms, landing in a thorn bush
Drunk and in need, not knowing what I got myself into
My head's fucked, I still continue on
The sun comes up, I trip and fall
I'm coming to you, I'm damaging myself
ESTÁS LEYENDO
this is the dirty truth.
PoetryAs if rope could bind my wrists together so perfectly, so could this.