Like soft hands to evil thornsBleeding but are holdingUntil numbness is bornWill you still be staying? When my words are sharp bladesStuck in your crying throatUntil you can swallowDear, will you still follow? Rating Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments