Versus The Mirror
Boy Gets What He Wants
It's hard to make these letters look as beautiful as you a word too soft, too frail to be uttered or be placed in your dreams
my blood was an untrusty ink tonight
with lips and hands that will never meet again please understand that these are the years and i just can't bare to see them wasted
my blood was an untrusty ink tonight on the back of photographs these words fall short of our last goodbye
when gold-capped irony brings the pain of light as the seasons change as the seasons change
bottoms up you fuckers this is your last release your libations are undead to me bottoms up you fuckers this is your last release your libations are undead to me
From Letras Mania