This started simple
Like it always does
With not much to lose
I thought I had control
That I could always walk away
If things turned bad
We were thick as thieves
'Til I became the one
Who always went too far
And I couldn't hear you
Now here I stand
A pick in callused hands
As the sun beats down
Across my back
Like it always does
With not much to lose
I thought I had control
That I could always walk away
If things turned bad
We were thick as thieves
'Til I became the one
Who always went too far
And I couldn't hear you
Now here I stand
A pick in callused hands
As the sun beats down
Across my back
- :D!!!
Parsley!
ive been uh
meaning to draw this man for so long so uh yeah I really hope Surge appreciates him
he's a broken boy
