Blind Witness. Bleeding Blades. Zeneszám
The first incision is made
The knives start to tear your skin
The blood drips at the end of the blade and you can not go back
Why don't you love yourself?
Your infinite beauty disappears
You will never really see yourself in the mirror
until you see yourself in someone elses eyes
The knives start to tear your skin
The blood drips at the end of the blade and you can not go back
Why don't you love yourself?
Your infinite beauty disappears
You will never really see yourself in the mirror
until you see yourself in someone elses eyes
Blind Witness
Kedvencek