Sunday 4 January 2009 photo 1/1
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I'll tear out those diamond eyes I can't bear to see.
Crimson spills on paper skin.
They call this tragedy
As the life fades from your eyes,
All that I can say is it may not be too late.
Try again, make it perfect,
Make me worth it.
They call this tragedy
As the life fades from your eyes,
All that I can say is it may not be too late.
Try again, make it perfect,
Annons