• brokensoulsdofly1 23w

    Pick your cards right. Crossing the road hoping that Sky Falls. Take out my chess pack. No no go back in to the box. This ain, t a game this is life. So pick your fork. I'll pick my knife. Let's fight until we make a mark on each others skin. Let each scar remind of our sins that we left behind. Oh this sins we keep inside us. It's ending our sight to see what's left to see