The parts I’ve left untouched
are getting closer,
closer,
closer.
If I let them live
then I must die
and I’m not quite ready
to shine light
on the shadows of my heart.
The parts I’ve left untouched
are getting closer,
closer,
closer.
If I let them live
then I must die
and I’m not quite ready
to shine light
on the shadows of my heart.