Grieves - War for the Crippled feat P.O.S.
“How come your eyes hurt me so bad, mirrors or windows?
Can you feel that, how would you describe?
I fear I’m too simple
How come your hands are so so cold, my skin or yours?
No circulation, heavy pulse.”
Grieves - War for the Crippled feat P.O.S.
“How come your eyes hurt me so bad, mirrors or windows?
Can you feel that, how would you describe?
I fear I’m too simple
How come your hands are so so cold, my skin or yours?
No circulation, heavy pulse.”