You criticize mefor the things I've done.I stay mute, kill my conscienceAnd bury the dead.You vandalize me for the things I haven't done.I wish you could grow a spineAnd tell the truth instead. - A heart penned down
You criticize mefor the things I've done.I stay mute, kill my conscienceAnd bury the dead.You vandalize me for the things I haven't done.I wish you could grow a spineAnd tell the truth instead.
- A heart penned down