When Sugar Turns Bitter
When sugar turns bitter,
And when the room is filled with litter,
Would I still be the same infront of your eyes?
Or would your ears fall deaf to my cries?
When open wounds are stitched with salty tears,
And when all I could hear are my screams of fear,
Tell me, would you hold my...
And when the room is filled with litter,
Would I still be the same infront of your eyes?
Or would your ears fall deaf to my cries?
When open wounds are stitched with salty tears,
And when all I could hear are my screams of fear,
Tell me, would you hold my...