I carved
A broken heart
On the bottom of my foot.
Each time I step
The pain of love
Is an open wound
And ooo! When sweat gets
In. How it burns! And
Soothes. So much
That I no longer
Yearn for you.
I carved
A broken heart
On the bottom of my foot.
Each time I step
The pain of love
Is an open wound
And ooo! When sweat gets
In. How it burns! And
Soothes. So much
That I no longer
Yearn for you.