#KillTheBill
But bitter, dying fruit
Roots too weak to push through hard earth,
Too fragile to reach for the sun
When the storms come, they fall
Sparking flames that burn the world in a childish fit
But bitter, dying fruit
Roots too weak to push through hard earth,
Too fragile to reach for the sun
When the storms come, they fall
Sparking flames that burn the world in a childish fit