These are the words we speak,
When pillow talk isn't enough.
I never knew you could be so weak,
Like a schoolboys words, as he tries to be rough.
In these gallows I found home,
A deadly game of love to me,
You're everything I'm not,
Everything I hoped I could be.
So I'll sing my songs
In hope your heart hears them while you sleep.
And I'll poison your dreams,
In hope my words will bury deep.
I can say im heaven sent,
An angel of despair.
I am more than anything,
You could ever hope to bare,
Feb 28, 2013
Feb 28, 2013 at 3:47 PM UTC
These are the words we speak,
When pillow talk isn't enough.
I never knew you could be so weak,
Like a schoolboys words, as he tries to be rough.
In these gallows I found home,
A deadly game of love to me,
You're everything I'm not,
Everything I hoped I could be.
So I'll sing my songs
In hope your heart hears them while you sleep.
And I'll poison your dreams,
In hope my words will bury deep.
I can say im heaven sent,
An angel of despair.
I am more than anything,
You could ever hope to bare,
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