A creepy voice lingers on my head,
paint a deep wound in it
and suck its life out.
Yes...
I live in my past,
getting confuse by the present,
and afraid of the future...
And how hard I tried,
that deep wound,
would never healed...
Song of sheep in dark long night...
A creepy voice lingers on my head,
paint a deep wound in it
and suck its life out.
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