Ξ5
The rain falls, but I’m still not clean.
Their faces float where mine has been.
I left them behind so I could breathe,
But no matter what, the weight won’t leave.
Artist
spellamin
Reality
NO
The rain falls, but I’m still not clean.
Their faces float where mine has been.
I left them behind so I could breathe,
But no matter what, the weight won’t leave.