The Cure
I feel the heat on the back of my neck
Not much like the sun
It’s so pathetic
The pain I would drain
By needle points
And the anesthetics
Forced down to
The back of my throat
I wish to choke on the loneliness
But just once
Because once would be enough
Not much like the sun
It’s so pathetic
The pain I would drain
By needle points
And the anesthetics
Forced down to
The back of my throat
I wish to choke on the loneliness
But just once
Because once would be enough