my soul is yours to slowly rip apart I can't trust anyone I meet from now on My chest feels more like a fist wrapped in blood
my soul is yours to slowly rip apart. I can't trust anyone I meet. From now on, my chest feels more like a fist wrapped in blood
Tulkojums: Silversteins. Dūri ietin Blood.
soul is yours to slowly rip apart. I can't trust anyone I meet. From now on, my chest feels more like a fist wrapped in blood
