......heal me one last time...
If I had my way
If I had to lose
Wouldn't take back one thing
Never had much to choose
Then it dawned on me
Coming down on you
Like a cold sky raining under a burning moon
Waiting all your life your wish is coming true
Bless your heart for beating me right out of you
Miss the misery
Need a reason for a change
Need a reason to explain
So turn it on again
Don't change your mind
Your wasting light
Getting this?
What a nice long leash, what a nice tight noose
Never worked for me but sure would look good on you
Been waiting all your life your wish is coming true
Bless your heart for beating me right out of you
Miss the misery need a reason for a change
Don't change our mind
Your wasting light
Getting this?
C'mon and turn it on again
Don't change your mind your wasting light
vardag med värk, vanvett och musik. att få lov att ta saker i morgon trots protest. en krympande kropp om gör revolt i klädkammaren och ställer till det bland hyllorna.
onsdag 20 april 2011
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you hear what i say?
the best part of us slowly dies if no one really believes they exist. what remains is just shadows of memories and the cold ashes of trust and beliefs.
hell isnt a pit full of demons
poking your flesh with a stick
its an endless dinnerparty with
all the people you just cant stand
and really hate.
hell isnt a pit full of demons
poking your flesh with a stick
its an endless dinnerparty with
all the people you just cant stand
and really hate.
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