Under Glass کے بول

Strangled joy by the rope Arched back and blurry visioned Don’t let fate destroy your human hope A dampened map A life’s revision In a year postponed A season uncontrolled The order hasn’t changed It has always been unknown Flowers under glass Doors shut so fast We are not a memoir of broken of broken armor A stone in my chest distant eyes You’re so far away sometimes I want to remember every good thing you’ve said Let the rest past through me like a ghost You are my oxytocin dose Dried and pressed in my haunted head