god i miss you.
when you birthed me, did you know it would be so?
did you know i’d tick the days as a prisoner
-chalk dust covered fingers-
reliving my crime at the turn of every corner,
without hope for redemption?
god i miss you.
when you birthed me, did you know it would be so?
did you know i’d tick the days as a prisoner
-chalk dust covered fingers-
reliving my crime at the turn of every corner,
without hope for redemption?