Veritas
there's a
dull ache in the back of my throat
my fingers are still raw and bloody from trying to scrape it out
maybe I should quit
scrabbling for the truth underneath the weight
of all your lies
maybe just admit
I'll never know
dull ache in the back of my throat
my fingers are still raw and bloody from trying to scrape it out
maybe I should quit
scrabbling for the truth underneath the weight
of all your lies
maybe just admit
I'll never know