Slashed innocence, Rusty finger prints tear away. You wanted something that was not enough. Each moment destroyed by your voice. You took it away
So you take that route the selfish way to leave thats not a good. . . plan End up in a worse place choice plays a big part you thought it was ok
Ill be there to see you off rely on me to save it There all the same but your a true colour look at yourself. Your skin is so familiar Your smell