Kanske är musiken det enda sättet att förmedla en känsla utan ord

2009-08-23 | 01:11:52 | Kategori: Allmänt tuff | 0 kommentarer
Turn her over
A candle is lit
I see through her
blow it out and save all her ashes for me
Curse me
Sold her
The poison that runs its course through her
pale white skin with strawberry gashes
all over all over

Watch me fault her
You're living like a disaster
she said kill me faster
with strawberry gashes
all over

Called her over
and asked her if she was improving
She said feels fine
it's wonderful wonderful here

Hex me told her
I drempt of a devil that knew her
Pale white skin with
strawberry gashes
all over all over

Watch me fault her
You're living like a disaster
She said kill me faster
With strawberry gashes all over all over

I lay quiet
Waiting for her voice to say
some things you lose
and some things you just give away

Scold me failed her
if only I'd held on tighter to her
pale white skin
that twisted and withered
away from me away from me

Watch me lose her
it's almost like losing myself
Give her my soul
and let them take some body else
get away from me

Watch me fault her
You're living like a disaster
She said kill me faster
With strawberry gashes all over all over ME
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