One Day The Only Butterflies Left Will Be In Your Chest As You March Towards Your Death…
On the verge of no return, why’d you keep fucking it up?Don’t wanna have to bury you, but nothing seems to get through your skullOne day, the only butterflies left will be in your chestAs you march towards your death, breathing your last breathI hate to say, “I told you so”, but look how the bruises show Tell me, how is it gonna feel […]