Oh my hands which hold this face make this grasp a tight embrace. Walking feet don't lose your pace Oh my hands which hold this face make this grasp a tight embrace. Walking feet don't lose your pace you've been so slow but won this race.
Hello Heart you're a bumbling mess, I'm beat when you beat out of my chest. Conversations that don't exist between my brain and all these passages when all I want to be is the hard-hearted man you'll never see again.
Oh my skin what a mess you're in but it's hard to know where to begin. In 20 years you've changed three times, I can't afford to lose this life tonight.
Hello bones so skinny and frail, which move so slow and taste so staleTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
