couplets? Really.
They speak in glances
we sleep on second chances.
In the end, when we don't fall
silence, like a slit wrist, will call.
And we dare not embrace it.
Glance at it.
Know that it thinks you're shit.
One shot. This is my one shot?
we sleep on second chances.
In the end, when we don't fall
silence, like a slit wrist, will call.
And we dare not embrace it.
Glance at it.
Know that it thinks you're shit.
One shot. This is my one shot?