A mouth, it wasn’t
A grave indeed.
Teeth, half;
Bow thy head.
If it weren’t limitless
I’d be dead by now,
I can not still believe,
I am loved.
A mouth, it wasn’t
A grave indeed.
Teeth, half;
Bow thy head.
If it weren’t limitless
I’d be dead by now,
I can not still believe,
I am loved.