Kevin Troyer // Songwriter

Lines on the mirror cut neat and straight…

I feel the edge of a dagger in the hand of a friend…

We all learned at an early age what not to do and what not to say…

I’ll walk down the aisle, and I’ll take the last seat…

They say we must die to redeem our souls but who are they and how would they know?…

She makes the perfect first impression if you catch her eye…