can i be punished for this life you gave it to me unkind savior i punish myself for what i have strife with a knife unkind savior you punish me for what i've done you take it from me unkind savior
tearing up what's left inside left to cower and to hide i'm left with what is mine a torn heart and ****** wounds all from you my friend but i hope i'll see you again
i'm in love with your words maybe its the way in which you write them or how you share them or when they fade how they are stuck in my mind or how i wish they were mine
close your eyes and breathe in the haze live for the now and love the days you missed you, Ms. let your ears soak up the sound a beautiful tirade of noise spins you right round and get lost in the notes