So lovely does it stretch before,
Such pain it leaves behind,
To cut oneself more and more,
To satisfy ... |
if the train doesn’t pull out in time,
this is rape. and there’s a bandwagon
you’re all jumping on
that... |
A light brightens once again my troubled spirit:
She - with her fiery-red hair
and lithe young form -... |
My eyes are fading,My soul is Bleeding,My faith is wearing thin,My love falls like rain but my pain doesn'... |
I never got a chance to thank you.
For always breaking my heart into two.
For that, you made me see...... |
He sits down and closes his eye's
Half attempted to pick up his knife
Ready to face his fears
But just ... |
Coming from rags and horror
Living a life of despair
Coming from hate and love
Learning of life and dea... |
There you stood behind the glass panel,
Staring, just staring, as if I were a stranger.
Your body langua... |
What do you do when the story ends?
That tale of you and I.
That image I had about us, now everything a ... |
I'll paint you a picture,
That could tell no lies,
About our summer days,
To the nights' dreaded good-b... |
