You are like a moth to my flame, always drawn back, always within my reach. You might try to flutter away, but I always find a way to clip your wings. Do you truly believe you can escape me? Do you even want to?
You are like a moth to my flame, always drawn back, always within my reach. You might try to flutter away, but I always find a way to clip your wings. Do you truly believe you can escape me? Do you even want to?