I opened up the window and the sun burned the sleep off my face
Pouring black gold into a mug shaking stains all over the place
Staring at the mirror I don’t recognise these eyes
Blood shot and tender, dry with malice and glazed with lies
General pieces I have written either for personal use or for other people
I opened up the window and the sun burned the sleep off my face
Pouring black gold into a mug shaking stains all over the place
Staring at the mirror I don’t recognise these eyes
Blood shot and tender, dry with malice and glazed with lies