The tears fade,
and the blood runs dry...
My suicidal dream,
established i should die...
ShE BrOkE A hUgE gLaSs WiNdOw,
bEcAuSe hEr rEfLeCtiOn ShOnE...
ShE tOOk tHe BrOkEn gLaSs..
+ StAbBeD iT tHrOuGh hEr hEaRt...
So to a suicidal dream,
a dream that never ends...
3 WORDS: |
Inside and breaking free, |
Take care of what i write, |