Fortune Soon Leaves All Behind
There's a ticking
Loud & brash
Uncaring that it signals
Something so crass
Ears close though a voice, quiet
Still begs to be heard though ashamed
Reflection is a grim countenance
In a room full of...
Loud & brash
Uncaring that it signals
Something so crass
Ears close though a voice, quiet
Still begs to be heard though ashamed
Reflection is a grim countenance
In a room full of...