My nothing in particular, my nothing but erratic with a tendency to disappear and a bit overdramatic
Neon signs and ceaseless sounds composed her graceful fever A clandestine marauder with a face that made me shiver
Her mind began to shatter, she left, she did not try Three white crosses, two white flags and a one white lie
Needlessly exaggerated promises were violated and undoubtedly she'll end up with another flaw
Life behind those wistful eyes The frail strike again The coy become the wicked The twenty out of ten
The beauty in complexity Always gets the better of me Can't look back but I will not participate In what's got me to this state In what's remaining of her fate
Life behind those wistful eyes The frail strike again The coy become the wicked The twenty out of ten
Life behind those wistful eyes My life forever more My nothing in particular Is nothing like beforeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
