Turning pages against my will through chapters that aim to kill. Broken bones don't take as long to heal as a heart pulled out and peeled. Will the blame fall light as snow? Or crash like hailing stones, tearing holes right through the atmosphere? Eight words stuck like a spear:
"I don't want to be with you anymore." She said, "I don't want to be with you anymore."
Burning bright and turning red from replays in my head. Angry eyes won't stop the smoking gun by staring at the sun. Do I fight after the fall with ghosts roaming the halls, blurring the lines from ugly to beautiful? Eight words to end it all:
"I don't want to be with you anymore." She said, "I don't want to be with you anymore."
Somehow, someday this pill's gonna go down. Somehow, surely the sun will pierce the dark clouds. Somehow, someday this pill's gonna go down, and I know somehow, surely the sun will kill the sound of,
"I don't want to be with you anymore." She said, "I don't want to be with you anymore."Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
