You don't understand it
You make my heart race, light it on fire, then set the ashes free;
Only to collect them at a later date and mend me back together.
You twist my love and hate together.
The desire, the pain, what is this worth?
Apr 30, 2014
Apr 30, 2014 at 1:44 PM UTC
You don't understand it
You make my heart race, light it on fire, then set the ashes free;
Only to collect them at a later date and mend me back together.
You twist my love and hate together.
The desire, the pain, what is this worth?
