The dark
There's never enough red to paint the walls inside my head
I hear The dark cry as my mind begins to die
The words cut through my skull like dull blades of the person I used to be
But this is me
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There's never enough red to paint the walls inside my head
I hear The dark cry as my mind begins to die
The words cut through my skull like dull blades of the person I used to be
But this is me
Bạn đang đọc truyện trên: AzTruyen.Top