Feeling the gentle breeze being swept off Lake...
like a rustling leaf in the wind...
Through the blood stained tears she sheds
She wishes she was dead...
I am
I am a teenager...
I am
I am a teenager...
When I first met you
I thought you were just some random guy...
Every time you make me cry
I come closer to saying goodbye...
The shimmering rays danced around us,
Seagulls plunged into...
Through the blood stained tears she sheds
She wishes she was dead...
*Old Habits, Die Hard* |