Holyname
Barren and beaten and bruised is the briar-ridden, torn land of my heart, my cries are lies from conceitful eyes I won't shimmer in this complacency. I won't settle for this false me.
Writer/s: Vic DiCara
Barren and beaten and bruised is the briar-ridden, torn land of my heart, my cries are lies from conceitful eyes I won't shimmer in this complacency. I won't settle for this false me.
Writer/s: Vic DiCara