I miss you every single minute now i don't know if i say it just because i'm stoned or that's a fucking nonsense as if i would be talking to one of my inner voices i feel too empty to create a regular love letter or maybe it's too late for this still the pain last and ain't getting better and now i know it's gonna just take some time to let you go off my mind
pink butterfly lost her fingertips would you help her searching we live only three days and i am just about to loose my wings help...
still your lick, your touch, your breath, your sight makes me trembling and suddenly i've realized that it's been too adicting and i should be going once my tears would get dry now a slow, slow song the time and life around so i won't keep in hanging in one point like a lost coin
your eyes follow me your shade spies me i won't let you make love to me ever again 'cause it hurts too much and looking deeply into your eyes i cruelly say that i would rather be a butterfly than one who lets your hand touch one's neckTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
