Boughs Posted May 11, 2007 Share Posted May 11, 2007 With this ache, I spend the night cold take your mind, and make the rest the best but when you go, i'll always be bold, when dying calls and breakups come, I'll be there to enjoy the end Fleeting flight fall for this troublesome calm. hold the night with little breaths of air the kind you see when your lungs beat you bare handle everything, and you'll always lose be fearfull and strong for when it comes near you'll give up everything, the choice to choose. Ready die, in all this demise you've got to prepare, when your crying alone that this is when fate finds its lies. Shift over now, and grab the last cold bit, Don't think hard its just how you call no words only breaks, these will only make you lit Anger to demolish all you dreamed to fight for me don't sigh when all is shamed before you know these beautiful problems will become a sight to see. Link to comment
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