Something called Honesty
something to be proud of with nothing to hide..
so why do lies cover my eyes?
just like flies who infest my wounds..
more pain experienced from a dead corpse's doom..
something big within everything small..
stop scratching these cold sores on my paws..
so why do lies cover my eyes?
just like flies who infest my wounds..
more pain experienced from a dead corpse's doom..
something big within everything small..
stop scratching these cold sores on my paws..