I?m tired of you
This occasion rattled me a lot
We build our island towers high
Will it fall on me?
A steeple of knives
Caught in core emotions rising
Now our eyes have seen the hurt
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Steeple Of KnivesI?m tired of you This occasion rattled me a lot We build our island towers high Will it fall on me? A steeple of knives Caught in core emotions rising Now our eyes have seen the hurt Premonition/relapse Below |