poetry
A new fear comes up A new fear comes up
My head spins My head spins
I let go of you I let go of you
Urging you to shout, "If loving you was sinful, Satan would be an angel Urging you to shout, "If loving you was sinful, Satan would be an angel
You were diary entries for a whole year. On or off the road, we always steered You were diary entries for a whole year. On or off the road, we always steer...