Virgin Veins
What a drag
beautiful and sad
a graveyard on the sun
fucking up
you just self destruct
abandoned and undone
The heart is a monument
to a childhood of abuse
a quiet suffering
that knows no one wants you
so lonely
so ugly
and confused
Virgin veins
hold the rushing pain
of a past that cannot die
crippling everything
in cages of desire
The heart is a monument
to a childhood of abuse
a quiet suffering
that knows no one wants you
so lonely
so ugly
and confused