I wish that my dreams didn't give this garden thorns

And if I thought anything different could exist

I'd carve it into the

Walls of my skull a million times

Until I went blind inside

But where would I find the ink to paint this picture

If I didn't cut my eyes on these spikes every time?

But where would I find the ink to paint this picture

If I didn't cut my eyes on these spikes every time?

But where would I find the ink to paint this picture

If I didn't cut my eyes on these spikes every time?

Every time