Cut
Frank Decicco
Your skin's made of scars
Your eyes glow with trust
Skin it stings From these
My blood flows From me
My rising is your sun
And really thought I was the one
Your face is red in side my hands
Your breath slows to a stand
You feel it deeply, makes you mad
I dream of nothingness and reach for your hand
You hate when I call you baby
Why do you say toxicity
