Set myself on fire, anything to turn your head. I won't deny this, I'm burning from the things you said.Now you got me running around and all that I have found is I can't afford him. All I got is spare change cause he was my fortune. My torture
-Words of Esthero. Truly an artist.
"Gloomy Sunday"
Dearest, the shadows I live with are numberless. Little white flowers will never awaken you. Not where the black coach of sorrow has taken you. Angels have no thought of ever returning you. Would they be angry If I thought of joining you? Gloomy Sunday.
Lyrics from Gloomy Sunday by Billie Holiday.
Maybe
Someday when wer'e at the same place. When we're on the same road. When Its okay to hold my hand. Without feeling lost. Without all the exscuses. When its just because you love me, you let me, you need me. Then maybe, maybe.
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Wow...
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