a fool’s playground, broken gold allow it allow it doesn’t it get old? my Ken doll rah like paper folds bold in name and that is all same old same old rise and fall it’s peak though because broken bows don’t help you grow you know.
Torn up inside a heartbeat lacking sinew,you’re forgetting I’ve seen you,aura burning bright with music it fuses you,amuses you, a muse to lose you, abuse you. Live wire fuse to confuse you,choose you above all else,something you could never do,ignoring all the love before you. Unleashed in a keyless cage,signed to an empty stage,your tongue […]