Mar 2012
And when that fire in your eyes burns out
I will try my hardest not to breathe in the smoke.
And even though without that flame
Your flesh will rot, morphing colours from pink to black
I will love you all the same.
I will try my hardest not to breathe in the smoke.
And even though without that flame
Your flesh will rot, morphing colours from pink to black
I will love you all the same.
Ideas to add on to it?
