By hook or by crook I’ve turned from love to hide I'm trying to return to the place before I learned to lie This fear towers ancient in my blueprints before I could write To whom it may concern this is what my healing looks like
By hook or by crook I’ve turned from love to hide I'm trying to return to the place before I learned to lie This fear towers ancient in my blueprints before I could write To whom it may concern this is what my healing looks like