It splits my brow and blinds my eyes, little men live inside my skull and they are mining for sapphires inside of this little turtle shell- I wish my eyes were quite that blue, but they are dull and misty, hazy like my soul. Wispy whispers.
It splits my brow and blinds my eyes, little men live inside my skull and they are mining for sapphires inside of this little turtle shell- I wish my eyes were quite that blue, but they are dull and misty, hazy like my soul. Wispy whispers.
