The Sin Of August
Words going out of line,
Full stops veiling under question marks.
Red stains on white roses,
Oh how I kissed its every thorn!
Tomorrow is lost just like yesterday was.
What am I? - I'm the mist that slowly disappears.
They killed me because I wanted a scar.
As rain poured on my...
Full stops veiling under question marks.
Red stains on white roses,
Oh how I kissed its every thorn!
Tomorrow is lost just like yesterday was.
What am I? - I'm the mist that slowly disappears.
They killed me because I wanted a scar.
As rain poured on my...