Loving You Shouldn’t Mean Silence
Carving your name into my childhood home,
Burning wood in the hearth, sitting alone,
Every scratch and scar crafted on the walls,
Reminds me of our distant past, wandering down the halls.
It screeches and mutters like a creature of night,
Restlessness pricks my child of mind,
Rearching for a...
Burning wood in the hearth, sitting alone,
Every scratch and scar crafted on the walls,
Reminds me of our distant past, wandering down the halls.
It screeches and mutters like a creature of night,
Restlessness pricks my child of mind,
Rearching for a...