SOME KIND OF HURT
tears laced with shame and betrayal
exact liquid dripping from my eyes
another pain burdened on my subtle soul
a torture on my weak heart
just across the building I caught it
a faint glimpse of you in dirt
I thought it was oil on canvas
but reality has a far more cry than imagination
windows blare...
exact liquid dripping from my eyes
another pain burdened on my subtle soul
a torture on my weak heart
just across the building I caught it
a faint glimpse of you in dirt
I thought it was oil on canvas
but reality has a far more cry than imagination
windows blare...