I don't really like to describe myself as loathe hates me too. :] |
Feel there's something down there,
hid behind my walls...
Wait for me,
Let my breath lose out...
Cry with remorse, as I walk the clouds
Run to catch the tear drops...
She dresses a part,
of me on her...
Cry with remorse, as I walk the clouds
Run to catch the tear drops...
Wait for me,
Let my breath lose out...
Go unnoticed as you walk,
Overload me with your usual talk...
Feel there's something down there,
hid behind my walls...