Gold-winged angel..go home, don't tell anyone what you are. You're sacred and they're starved, and their art is getting dark. And you are to tear apart.
Gonna claim you like a souvenir..just sell you in a year. You better keep your head down. ༆
Gold-winged angel..go home, don't tell anyone what you are. You're sacred and they're starved, and their art is getting dark. And you are to tear apart.
Gonna claim you like a souvenir..just sell you in a year. You better keep your head down. ༆
❝ if I knew that i'd end up with you then I would've been pretended we were together. ❞ She stares at me, all the air in my lungs stuck in my throat.
I'm making sure i'm not wasting
one...