quedo como anillo al dedo I hear the footsteps going by, Watching myself slowly die, Sharp pains impaling through my heart, Slowly tearing me apart... One minute youre an angel fallen from grace. Next, the fix that I hate. Pick me up from the gutter with a gentle kiss, Then rips out my heart to show me, how black it is! When you appear as an angel, Knocking me down, looking my way. Could you ever kill the pain in my heart? Even though they say angels don’t kill.
Posted on: Thu, 09 Oct 2014 02:30:09 +0000
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