Testo Crown Of Thorns Johns Gross Finger
This crown of thorns makes my head bleed the tears of grief until my swollen eyes can't see the motive for your love is need. A whipping boy to beat. The undertones of misery, hide behind a smile and wait to destroy me. Deteriorating. Maybe true love is elusive this sick sad love is abusive. I wish I was a machine So I'd have no heart to bleed.