We are bold but yet so cold,
Live and die.
Move on don't lie ...
Fear no fate of you're to late
While I stay you would not wait.
In your thaughts felt so scarce,
Left behind in a lonely place
with left grace into my place I'm my light
dark in the fright.
Apr 16, 2013
Apr 16, 2013 at 4:01 PM UTC
We are bold but yet so cold,
Live and die.
Move on don't lie ...
Fear no fate of you're to late
While I stay you would not wait.
In your thaughts felt so scarce,
Left behind in a lonely place
with left grace into my place I'm my light
dark in the fright.
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