We walked on glass We walked on glass We walked on glass all day long, with eyes rolled back it came with smiles, it came with gestures, and it came with motives. Investing flowers in one hand and a blade in the other
This is between me and this blade, and my heart. This is between me and this blade, and my heart.
Distributing the rusty knives in these countless attractive letters with a directional diagram of a guilty heart. Insert knife here.
This is between me and this blade, and my heart. This is between me and this blade, and my heart.
Lack of thought on this subject has attested catastrophic. Come one, come all, introduce knife to heart. With our eyes rolled back.
