I may fall to pieces soon and you wont even be there
I may shatter in sleep and you wont even care
I may get carried by the wind and never return
But the blackness of your self and whitness of mine
can never entwine
I may dine with my dolls
Form a circle,with a fake hall
play dressup one more time before i begin to break
One more lie and one more mistake
Your black desires,my pure white intentions
are destroyed like nothing else matters
the hope,the gift
its going like a life with no spirit.
Dec 13, 2013
Dec 13, 2013 at 9:17 AM UTC
I may fall to pieces soon and you wont even be there
I may shatter in sleep and you wont even care
I may get carried by the wind and never return
But the blackness of your self and whitness of mine
can never entwine
I may dine with my dolls
Form a circle,with a fake hall
play dressup one more time before i begin to break
One more lie and one more mistake
Your black desires,my pure white intentions
are destroyed like nothing else matters
the hope,the gift
its going like a life with no spirit.
