Numb I am to sorrow and mirth alike
Life's harlot getting laid to please its ways
The phoenix that shall rise from the ashes
Rule me you shall, but nothing more
My soul rattles if shaken still intact
The chains keep my feet from wandering
Do as you please, rule me if you must
You mock yourself for you have not won me
Life's harlot getting laid to please its ways
The phoenix that shall rise from the ashes
Rule me you shall, but nothing more
My soul rattles if shaken still intact
The chains keep my feet from wandering
Do as you please, rule me if you must
You mock yourself for you have not won me
1 comment:
Aney therune nahaney :)
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