Old love,
Set afire...
You are no longer looking at the world through...
And it seems as if the world keeps throwing you...
I feel backed into corner
a foreigner...
I look into the mirror,
and I hate what it is I see...
Lustful eyes scan the night
Thy face fall upon me...
Lustful eyes scan the night
Thy face fall upon me...
I look into the mirror,
and I hate what it is I see...
I feel backed into corner
a foreigner...
The dinger rings
we start to fight...
You'll buy me a drink,
Maybe two or three...
You can not shut out the world without shutting your self in. |
God, teach me to laugh again, but don't let me forget that I cried. |