He staggered past me in the early hours,
slurring words while blood filled up his brain,
I turned away, back to bed, forgot.
What was it doing to him then? The damage. If only
I had looked into his eyes.
He staggered past me in the early hours,
slurring words while blood filled up his brain,
I turned away, back to bed, forgot.
What was it doing to him then? The damage. If only
I had looked into his eyes.