running through those sleepless streets
clutching onto these weathered sheets
purple skin and bloodshot eyes
piercing words and shaky sighs
she's got the beauty of an insomniac
meanwhile her heart is under attack
loving you feels like drowning she says
get this fire out of my head
you say stay positive
she have so much to live
but you see these whisperings in her head
tell her "i'm better off dead"
what a shame
what a shame
the disaster in her
what a beautiful misdemeanor
those thoughts in her mind
were those of a gold mine
Jul 23, 2013
Jul 23, 2013 at 5:49 PM UTC
running through those sleepless streets
clutching onto these weathered sheets
purple skin and bloodshot eyes
piercing words and shaky sighs
she's got the beauty of an insomniac
meanwhile her heart is under attack
loving you feels like drowning she says
get this fire out of my head
you say stay positive
she have so much to live
but you see these whisperings in her head
tell her "i'm better off dead"
what a shame
what a shame
the disaster in her
what a beautiful misdemeanor
those thoughts in her mind
were those of a gold mine
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