Flashlights
Will Creeps
On the surface of the carpet,I can't finish what I started.Seeing through a painted window,I sit here and watch you go.We still creep and whisper voices.We watched the wall make some noises.I thought I was going to speak,but all that came out were stutters and creeks.I thought I was going to get over it,But I feel like complete shit.
From Letras Mania