23 December 2012
Black and blue But worse than a bruise I still choose you for an escape Hand in hand down the darkest corridor I don't know who I am anymore I trip over the smallest cracks and you just laugh And when I'm not fast enough you give me a smack.
I throw your hand from my grasp but You come right back and attack worse than before Ive never been so sore Ive never hated anyone more
Bruises • Opuss № I