August
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Oh thunder in my heart,
these razors cutting sharp and leaves me with an ever bleeding scar.
So soft, so suddenly so that I can not breathe.
I'm drawn into a circle painted black.
Oh I'm hanging high, oh won't you let me down?
Back where I started at, you know I'm a little lost.
And when it hurts the most, I'll push a little more.
Like lightning in my heart, a kiss so burning hot.
I'm hanging on a thread that's bound to drop.
Like rain on open skies, don't know the reason why.
But I'll always choose the black in front of white.
these razors cutting sharp and leaves me with an ever bleeding scar.
So soft, so suddenly so that I can not breathe.
I'm drawn into a circle painted black.
Oh I'm hanging high, oh won't you let me down?
Back where I started at, you know I'm a little lost.
And when it hurts the most, I'll push a little more.
Like lightning in my heart, a kiss so burning hot.
I'm hanging on a thread that's bound to drop.
Like rain on open skies, don't know the reason why.
But I'll always choose the black in front of white.
Annons
Visa toppen
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