Sew Your Wounds With Thread My LoveMentality is a broken string, like smiles and windows and big white wings, but somehow despite the shattered glass we find a heart and hold it fast.Sew Your Wounds With Thread My Love by TheMustacheArtist
dont forget the sound of freedom, thought the end would never near them. but everything comes at a cost everything points to the lost.
the lost and found the here and now, the end the past the singing rats. we try to fly and lose ourselves in the clouds our thoughts our shells, but even then in christmas past, we find the truth and does it last. we take ahold of our souls and sew up our wounds with thread.
Reality is a missing link, like shooting stars, lamp posts, and wedding rings, but somehow despite the sinking crowd we find a hope and shout it loud.
dont forget the sound of lovers, thought the tides would always cover. but everything comes at a price, everything stuttered muted mice.
the nice the bad, the happy the sad, the light the dark the losing start. we try to run and lose ourselves in the sea, the earth and the del