The December Drive - 4
Blank walls.
Black eyes.
Stares you blind to.
Won't change a scene. In this scale.
This stay won't make a difference.
When lines cross between. And you drown.
Clouded.
By your own words.
You're going to break. When the static runs out.
Black eyes.
Stares you blind to.
Won't change a scene. In this scale.
This stay won't make a difference.
When lines cross between. And you drown.
Clouded.
By your own words.
You're going to break. When the static runs out.
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