A Beautiful Lie

Praying for a riot
praying for a riot

she walked outside
among the men, finding me,
your last
ten million miles, her way was close
to her inside

can't you see her mind is broken
turn back, believe
nothing is over.


Kommentarer


Kommentera inlägget här:


Namn:
Kom ihåg mig?

E-postadress: (publiceras ej)

URL/Bloggadress:

Kommentar:

Trackback

RSS 2.0