I feel my next tears
Waiting there behind my eyes
In their eye wells
That were almost awoken by his words
The clash of verbal swords
As sword meets mortal flesh
The shape of your eyes as you digress
You are a mountain
I am piss.
Channeled by Malinda Meadows
I feel my next tears
Waiting there behind my eyes
In their eye wells
That were almost awoken by his words
The clash of verbal swords
As sword meets mortal flesh
The shape of your eyes as you digress
You are a mountain
I am piss.