poniedziałek, 15 kwietnia 2013



I should have seen just what was there and not some holy light, 
but you crawelled beneath my veins and now, 
I don't care, I have no luck, I don't miss it all that much, 
there's just so many things, 
that I can't touch, I'm torn 

I'm all out of faith, 
this is how I feel, 
I'm cold and I am shamed, 
lying naked on the floor, 
illusion never changed, 
into something real, 
I'm wide awake and I can see the perfect sky is torn, 
you're a little late, I'm already torn 

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