Thursday 12 November 2009 photo 1/1
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On broken wings im falling
Looking at you, him
Breath by breath
Frost from within
Plunge to my death
The rain soaking my hair
Rome and Juliet, mocking me
Not right, not fair
My tears soaring free
Kill this thirst
Free fall to free form
You where my one and my first
You where my shelter during violent storm
Now you're his, and you're his
Fare well and goodbye
How could it be like this?
My wings are ready to fly
David (c)
Looking at you, him
Breath by breath
Frost from within
Plunge to my death
The rain soaking my hair
Rome and Juliet, mocking me
Not right, not fair
My tears soaring free
Kill this thirst
Free fall to free form
You where my one and my first
You where my shelter during violent storm
Now you're his, and you're his
Fare well and goodbye
How could it be like this?
My wings are ready to fly
Annons