4 нояб. 2012 г., 09:57
3 мин за четене
My mouth was a crib
And it was growing lies
I didn't know what love was on that day
Her hearts a tiny blood clot
I picked at it, it never heals, it never goes away
Burn all the good things in the eden eye
We were too dumb to run, too dead to die
Burn all the good things in the eden eye
We were too dumb to run, too dead to die
This was never my world
You took the angel away
I killed myself to make everybody pay ...
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