Jan 2015
How am I suppose to move on when I have your eyes?
How can I put the past in the past when the past was my life?
In the fire a Phoenix will rise,
And in that Phoenix is a burgundy knife.
How can I put the past in the past when the past was my life?
In the fire a Phoenix will rise,
And in that Phoenix is a burgundy knife.
I know you won't get it.
