It has never been this way.
Never has anything killed me for this long,
Never has anything drawn me closer to life,
Never has anything been killing me with a brutal knife.
And you say, it has been love all this while,
Oh, maybe!
Maybe, it was love all this while.
Sep 20, 2016
Sep 20, 2016 at 3:20 PM UTC
It has never been this way.
Never has anything killed me for this long,
Never has anything drawn me closer to life,
Never has anything been killing me with a brutal knife.
And you say, it has been love all this while,
Oh, maybe!
Maybe, it was love all this while.
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