memories.
I remember those days and my heart starts getting little
smaller and smaller
it's shrinking into its own pain
just like a slug when you put salt on it
dying, trying to survive
but I can't help it
so I just let the water flow
directly from the bottom of my soul through my eyes
becoming visible and more real to my...
smaller and smaller
it's shrinking into its own pain
just like a slug when you put salt on it
dying, trying to survive
but I can't help it
so I just let the water flow
directly from the bottom of my soul through my eyes
becoming visible and more real to my...