Trophy Eyes
Choke
I felt the sting of a cigarette burn the space,
Between my index and middle finger.
I learnt to squeeze,
But never learnt to let go.
I learnt to squeeze,
But never learnt to let go.
I felt the sting of a cigarette burn the space,
Between my index and middle finger.
I learnt to squeeze,
But never learnt to let go.
I learnt to squeeze,
But never learnt to let go.