Auctober
I think it's about,
The path thats breaths in us,
the memories that feeds us,
the song that's not long enough,
The one who bleeds., in empty bus.
Maybe it's a scar that holds my hand,
I wanna buried it, but there's no empty land.
Even being surrounded by holy script,
there's some faith taken on lease, at least.
© Ank@n
The path thats breaths in us,
the memories that feeds us,
the song that's not long enough,
The one who bleeds., in empty bus.
Maybe it's a scar that holds my hand,
I wanna buried it, but there's no empty land.
Even being surrounded by holy script,
there's some faith taken on lease, at least.
© Ank@n