All My Lyric
From Fecund Youth to Bomer-B
Monday, December 27, 2010
The Accomplice (01/06/96)
Blood, and spilling it,
connect us.
Keep your opinion to yourself,
once it leaves your mouth
it has no meaning.
And if I'd turned away
instead of towards,
what of all this then?
Where would you be then?
No comments:
Post a Comment
Note: Only a member of this blog may post a comment.
‹
›
Home
View web version
No comments:
Post a Comment
Note: Only a member of this blog may post a comment.