A withered tree,
branches askew,
moss covered limbs,
reminding me of who?
Wayward branches,
straight in the air,
reminds me of you,
when you spiked your hair.
A withered tree,
branches askew,
moss covered limbs,
reminding me of who?
Wayward branches,
straight in the air,
reminds me of you,
when you spiked your hair.