quinta-feira, 2 de agosto de 2012

Nothing Left to Think Of



If I die before you know you love me
I'll haunt you 'till the end of time
I am standing here for all to see
but I'm a ghost even though I'm alive

I'm buried in a pile of your mistakes
a dead memory hidden from the world
and as my heavy heart slowly brakes
you hungrily suck my life, my soul...

The fire inside of me has long faded
taken by this made up fairytale love
leaving me behind alone and jaded
with nothing left to think of...

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