White Octave Appeals For Insertion
i'm not waiting around. you have opened the door. waiting
for nothing more. no more touring around. but it keeps my
nights full. no more nights with no encore. this salt in
wound scenario is growing old. but i'm protected by a
thousand layers of built-up skin. designed to protect
what you've destroyed within. i'm not waiting around. you
have opened the door. waiting for nothing more. no more
touring around. but it keeps my nights full. no more
night with just us four. this salt in wound scenario is
growing old. and all i have to show for it is scars. just
promise that you will always be the one. who talks when i
refuse to speak. just let me miss
