Intertwined thoughts with yours Stitched up wounds are open once again Aappreciation of my silence Will be held no more So close to your desires But I will not encourage my blood To be spilled for indignity And I would cry but it would kill all that I know Still utter deceit enters my flesh And I contemplate the end as I grasp for breath Bearing bloody memories while kneeling Down letting my insides pour out And my enraged memories won't let me open These wounds anymoreTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
