Would that I could grant a wish
To allow him to run back.
For a dear friend, with love.
Would that I could grant a wish
To allow him to run back.
For a dear friend, with love.
I love the savage words,
The biting, cutting lines and brutal phrases…
Waiting and waiting and waiting and waiting… why?
Smaller and smaller and smaller and shrinking and never quite right and shrinking and screaming unheard and…