1 post tagged “blood on our hands - death from above 1979: in the dots”

It always ends the same
where you try and reinvent yourself but the effort proves too much
so we run back to who we are.

Lashing out because I'm afraid to care
I could be wrong anyway.
It always happens and I almost lose a friend
and then I lose touch instead.

You make no sense.
You drive me crazy.
You keep me sane.

blood.on.all.the.shoes.you.wore.

-LiCN