The little one - Itchy

The clock is sprinting I wipe her weary eyes
You your spirit will never die
Her armour chipped and bruised
But by now I am used to it

A sight
Of an idiot on fire
My words are but a weapon to hurt it hurts
If that's what I'm worth
It's an industry disturbed

How can I love
I'm not in my head at the moment
I'm not in my head at the moment

Written by:
Emily Beal

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