How could you be so insincere?
When you were the friend I thought was always near...
I crave the blood dripping
The tears streaming...
Every part of me
Is left with you...
Every loving moment is a memory
Every sweet whisper is an echo...
Stolen youth
Spare the truth...
The hurt of the past draining my tears the thoughts kill my soul these memories are never forgotten |
The little pieces of my soul are black burned with the heat of sadness scorched with the pain but this doesnt show on my skin |