Sunday 18 January 2009 photo 2/2
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Paint the mirrors black,
To forget you.
I still picture your face,
And the way you used to taste.
Roses in a glass,
Dead and wilted.
To you this song is nothing,
Everything to you is nothing.
You're the darkest burning star,
You're my perfect disease
To forget you.
I still picture your face,
And the way you used to taste.
Roses in a glass,
Dead and wilted.
To you this song is nothing,
Everything to you is nothing.
You're the darkest burning star,
You're my perfect disease
Annons