Uma Panda
Blood and ink stain the walls,
Silently with bloodied knuckles, carry on,
Hoping it's not too wrong.
You said the nights were far too long.
Honey, it's just the start of it.
Blood and ink stain the walls,
Silently with bloodied knuckles, carry on,
Hoping it's not too wrong.
You said the nights were far too long.
Honey, it's just the start of it.