Wednesday 17 February 2010 photo 4/4
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I hear the footsteps walking by.
Watching myself slowly die.
Sharp pains impaling through my heart,
Slowly tearing me apart...
When you appear as an angel,
Knocking me down, looking my way.
Could you ever kill the pain in my heart?
Even though they say angels don’t kill.
Watching myself slowly die.
Sharp pains impaling through my heart,
Slowly tearing me apart...
When you appear as an angel,
Knocking me down, looking my way.
Could you ever kill the pain in my heart?
Even though they say angels don’t kill.
Annons