Good times are all history
He made me feel so weak
First he gave his power to me
but then he took it back
He sucked the blood out of all my vains,
stitched up the wounds he maked
and ripped it all apart again
He used my oxygen to breath his way
Made me choke in his blood
He tried to make me realize my mistakes,
what I've done to him, it was all my fault
Then he tied me up so I couldn't deny his face
with the scars of my misery
I lied there excavated with no more thoughts,
I was all empty inside
and he left me, burning, on a flaming stage
The door, full of glass pieces, were closed
Hours later he opened the door
and with my last strenght
I smiled at him
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-An angelface smiles to me, under a headline of tragedy. That smile used to give me warmth. Farewell - no words to say...- *KuZ* foor SevenLayersDeep!
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