Born under the same star, touched under the skies
It hurts
The hole in my heart, with scissors cut
You're moth to my flame
You'lll get burnt...
You fell for my magic, black and white it is
You're a siren song to me
I lick my sadness like an ice cream...
I need to keep knowing myself
And to accept that I don't decide in my head.
While struggling slowly towards the sea...
Apr 18, 2017
Apr 18, 2017 at 3:44 PM UTC
Born under the same star, touched under the skies
It hurts
The hole in my heart, with scissors cut
You're moth to my flame
You'lll get burnt...
You fell for my magic, black and white it is
You're a siren song to me
I lick my sadness like an ice cream...
I need to keep knowing myself
And to accept that I don't decide in my head.
While struggling slowly towards the sea...
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