Melt the Ice
my tight skull,
the explanation lies on my bathroom floor,
in my DNA lies your generosity
bags of numbness,
in the end
would you choose to feel
your fist through the wall
or my words?
the explanation lies on my bathroom floor,
in my DNA lies your generosity
bags of numbness,
in the end
would you choose to feel
your fist through the wall
or my words?