sábado, 30 de julio de 2016

twisted thoughts that spin round my head

I'm spinning.
Oh, how quick the sun can drop away.

And now my bitter hands cradle broken glass.
Of what was everything?

All the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything
All the love gone bad turned my world to black,
tattooed all I see, 

all that I am, 
all I'll be... 

I know someday you'll have a beautiful life,
I know you'll be a star in somebody else's sky,
But why, why, why can't it be mine?


[we belong together]

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