well talk to me and you may know :] |
The sun rises, sets, rises, brings to life a new...
My heart beats, my veins sing, created to run...
The sun rises, sets, rises, brings to life a new...
My heart beats, my veins sing, created to run...
Of hope and irony.
This midnight sun brings no solace to my aching...
Cry you tears of mournful disgrace,
cry you tears, mother I have fallen from grace...
All i ever wanted, was an answer to my prayers...
My skin has turned a pearly white my, my eyes look...
A bullet for pretty boy, how appropriate, that...
The white dove didn't fall into your hands for you...
"Woa. Didn't you get the memo? boy's do not cry." |
"Dont leave me. I know im a mess, but your perfect enough, maybe it will rub off?" |