You could have been my guide
To the other side
Out of the storm raging inside
But my hands were tied to the wall of pride
And my legs were shackled to the wall of pride
Aurelio Voltaire
the only artist who’s ever understood me, as a teen and as an adult - he’ll never know that he saved me
You could have been my guide
To the other side
Out of the storm raging inside
But my hands were tied to the wall of pride
And my legs were shackled to the wall of pride
Aurelio Voltaire
the only artist who’s ever understood me, as a teen and as an adult - he’ll never know that he saved me