April
Sunday 28 September 2008 photo 1/2
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jag tyckte att bilden passade texten ^^
She paints black pictures, her eyes filled with sorrow than she cries,
The curtain falls.
Raped by her life.
Left alone in these neverending night.
Her restless times.
Sad in these hours,
These moments, she's walking down the hall.
She begins to smile...
She's going wild, oh she had a knife.
She's going wild, she's not satisfied.
Black dressed appearing, a life without feeling.
No thoughts, no love inside.
Despairing and dreaming, amazed by a bitter taste of joy, her bloody toy.
She cuts again, thens she's leaving with a trial of blood the hall and begins to cry.
She's going wild, oh she had a knife.
She's Going wild, she's not satisfied.
All she want is to be loved.
Tonight she goes too far.
She's gone without a trace and now the curtains close again.
She's going so wild.
She paints black pictures, her eyes filled with sorrow than she cries,
The curtain falls.
Raped by her life.
Left alone in these neverending night.
Her restless times.
Sad in these hours,
These moments, she's walking down the hall.
She begins to smile...
She's going wild, oh she had a knife.
She's going wild, she's not satisfied.
Black dressed appearing, a life without feeling.
No thoughts, no love inside.
Despairing and dreaming, amazed by a bitter taste of joy, her bloody toy.
She cuts again, thens she's leaving with a trial of blood the hall and begins to cry.
She's going wild, oh she had a knife.
She's Going wild, she's not satisfied.
All she want is to be loved.
Tonight she goes too far.
She's gone without a trace and now the curtains close again.
She's going so wild.
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