Maybe one day you miss me too, as you walk on the streets of another city, with another men. Maybe you cry over another men. You keep it on the low.
Or maybe one day you miss...
And maybe you remember the first novel you read, the first man you loved, the life you've chosen, the last man you loved, your legal pain, your loneliness...
Wipe away all the loneliness in your eyes. Whisper my name to walls. Thousand blades on my back. Each of them are your namesakes. And they all admire you.
Or maybe one day you miss...
And maybe you remember the first novel you read, the first man you loved, the life you've chosen, the last man you loved, your legal pain, your loneliness...
Wipe away all the loneliness in your eyes. Whisper my name to walls. Thousand blades on my back. Each of them are your namesakes. And they all admire you.
