Pale white, how I like the skin streched over your bones
Spring keeps you ever close
e
you are second hand s k
m o
You're so fragile and thin,
standing trial for your sins
Holding on to yourself the best you can.
You are the smell before rain
You are the blood in my veins.
Spring keeps you ever close
e
you are second hand s k
m o
You're so fragile and thin,
standing trial for your sins
Holding on to yourself the best you can.
You are the smell before rain
You are the blood in my veins.
I'm glad that you can forgive,
only hoping as time comes,
you can forget.
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