Something that can happen with girls who fall in love
This can be, when you are crucified on his shell burn When you pour your blood on the flames for him not to be cold On the hundred meters in the coffin from glass All things saint to me, I hide Being broken toy and damaged doll Who can love not body, but seeing your soul? And touch with his lips yours, fussing over 'cause he wants in your heart but not to own you
You let my heart bleed When you took it in your cold arms, Then threw it away with no need Tried keep away looking in my wet eyes
This can be, he's cancer running down your veins He is melting slowly being cause for cankers Destroying me with lust, calling this true love Keeping silence I hide my soul cramps Bite my broken lips I give all I have Being liar, I don't see he's dead.
This was the time I couldn't breath I'd cut my throat And been looking for your grace! I was little girl Who was crying at her place