believe that conversations between hand and speculum are unavailing. Unveiling ocular daggers and staring through their core. Searing the skin, before this coma breathes. A saturnine
I write clever words on paper I sometimes think I don't believe at all And I've never felt so fake, so false I'm such a liar, I couldn't even look him
I write clever words on paper, I sometimes think I don't believe at all. I've never felt so fake, so false, I'm such a lie. I couldn't even look him in
I write clever words on paper, I sometimes think I don't believe at all. I've never felt so fake, so false, I'm such a lie. I couldn't even look him
