ink of me.
she scrolled passed a name,
bold and black.
Woe is thee.
Cause he never looked back.
Be it the season,
bringing forth the reason.
Maybe she'll ink of him.
He scrolled passed a name,
bold and black.
Woe is thee.
Cause she never...
bold and black.
Woe is thee.
Cause he never looked back.
Be it the season,
bringing forth the reason.
Maybe she'll ink of him.
He scrolled passed a name,
bold and black.
Woe is thee.
Cause she never...