You used all my veins as rail of train
we were beautiful like the haze
during the daydreaming phase
and now, the only thing that remains... is the pain
What about us together?
what about that sunny weather?
When I knew we were over
it was too late for a try of recover
People like me doesn't want to be crossing hearts
sad and red blood doesn't fill up all our bodies parts
and thanks to that, I realize that I'm too young to die
but without a deadly fight...
it will be impossible to bring our love alive
Feb 7, 2018
Feb 7, 2018 at 8:57 PM UTC
You used all my veins as rail of train
we were beautiful like the haze
during the daydreaming phase
and now, the only thing that remains... is the pain
What about us together?
what about that sunny weather?
When I knew we were over
it was too late for a try of recover
People like me doesn't want to be crossing hearts
sad and red blood doesn't fill up all our bodies parts
and thanks to that, I realize that I'm too young to die
but without a deadly fight...
it will be impossible to bring our love alive
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