Yesterday... you were so beautiful in your sadness, in the morning light. I cry just to think that Im responsible of that, me pathetic figure of a fucked-up child with a disjointed spine, even abandoned by despair.
My love, I dont love you its just a swirl of uninhabited eyes.
Yesterday... you were so beautiful in your sadness, in the morning light. I cry just to think that Im responsible of that, me pathetic figure of a fucked-up child with a disjointed spine, even abandoned by despair.
My love, I dont love you its just a swirl of uninhabited eyes.