People are puppets held together with string
There's a beautiful sadness that runs through him
As he asks me to pray to the God he doesn't believe in
Time and again boys are raised to be men
Impatient they start, fearful they end
But here was a man mourning tomorrow
He drank, but finally drowned in his sorrow
Oh, he could not break surface tension
He looked in the wrong place for redemption
And don't look at me with those eyes
I tried to anaesthetise
Turn back the tide that drew him
But he couldn't be saved
A sadness runs through him
Through him
There's a beautiful sadness that runs through him
As he asks me to pray to the God he doesn't believe in
Time and again boys are raised to be men
Impatient they start, fearful they end
But here was a man mourning tomorrow
He drank, but finally drowned in his sorrow
Oh, he could not break surface tension
He looked in the wrong place for redemption
And don't look at me with those eyes
I tried to anaesthetise
Turn back the tide that drew him
But he couldn't be saved
A sadness runs through him
Through him
- me with anyone else's characters: THIS NEEDS TO BE PERFECT
me with my own: it will have to do
HI
I haven't actually done full personal art in a hot minute but
echo?
my baby child
playing with how I do hair bUT kind of like this?
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