William Hut

Black

William Hut


(Ok...)

This is my opinion
Pieces of destruction
Leads me back to shelter
Everything is changing

Places I have never been
And places I have never seen
I'm here to spend the end
She's my friend tomorrow

A structure, built on purpose
Painted black, my face down
She wears the crown

My lips have been sober
Since I meet her in October
Replace the act
The truth and fact

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