True Colors
Trying to speak out the words to you
Molasses
I fall short within a thick line of resurrection near death
The pain in my eyes you would have seen
I can only imagine how it felt to realize I wasn’t so sweet afterall
Trying to speak out the words to you
Molasses
I fall short within a thick line of resurrection near death
The pain in my eyes you would have seen
I can only imagine how it felt to realize I wasn’t so sweet afterall
Like how you play with slow and sweet by using “molasses”. I imagine the line of resurrection is just as sticky