To my Eve
If only I could choose where this wheel of a heart could spin to,
Maybe, probably... I wouldn't have chosen you
Now i'm caught in a tangling web of emotion
A position
beneath the Cascading gaze of tradition
where loving you is more horrifying than running a spear through your skull
It could cause a commotion
......
To my Eve
If only I could choose where this wheel of a heart could spin to,
Maybe, probably... I wouldn't have chosen you
Now i'm caught in a tangling web of emotion
A position
beneath the Cascading gaze of tradition
where loving you is more horrifying than running a spear through your skull
It could cause a commotion
......