You can go if you want, don’t let me stop you
but i shouldnt.
because there’s a moral obligation that ties me to you.
the knots i feel,
binding my wrists,
are of my own making.
come undone.
You can go if you want, don’t let me stop you
but i shouldnt.
because there’s a moral obligation that ties me to you.
the knots i feel,
binding my wrists,
are of my own making.
come undone.