Feb 2015
Lay your weapons at my feet
Bow your head in defeat.
I'll rip your heart out
As well as tear apart your soul
When I'm gone
All that will be left is a hole.
Bow your head in defeat.
I'll rip your heart out
As well as tear apart your soul
When I'm gone
All that will be left is a hole.
Written by
Amaya Danzy
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