i've lost my head,
my mind turned to lead.
with mistakes, i've made my bed
and all those tears that i have shed
are all for naught when i see red
with my mistakes, i've made my bed.
YOU ARE READING
drip
PoetryAaaand we have poetry! This is partially because I'm transferring my work from another account, but mostly because I wanted an excuse to make another cover.
