My voice doesn’t reach you there But I know you hear it My screams get numbed But I hope my silences scrape you …
The only time he didn’t cringe on being called names was when her voice whispered, “You’re my devil.”
My voice doesn’t reach you there But I know you hear it My screams get numbed But I hope my silences scrape you …
The only time he didn’t cringe on being called names was when her voice whispered, “You’re my devil.”