vit7

I want to burn my bridges down drown deep in the river below. Hearing my words the faces frown. I always bring them such woe. Sometimes my dark thoughts being to weigh to much. My mental wounds form clots, at your gentlest touch. Your specter heals me to this day, your bridge a shrine I could never scorch. Your love reshaped my mind like clay, for that I shall forever bare this torch.

I want to burn my bridges down drown deep in the river below. Hearing my words the faces frown. I always bring them such woe. Sometimes my dark thoughts being to weigh to much. My mental wounds form clots, at your gentlest touch. Your specter heals me to this day, your bridge a shrine I could never scorch. Your love reshaped my mind like clay, for that I shall forever bare this torch.