Having never been a stone before the lack of soul disturbs me. Turning stone was hard enough without this cold to burn me. I wish I'd never had the choice, for then I'd never miss me. All I'd know was innocence, without a lip to kiss me.
Having never been a stone before the lack of soul disturbs me. Turning stone was hard enough without this cold to burn me. I wish I'd never had the choice, for then I'd never miss me. All I'd know was innocence, without a lip to kiss me.