lördag 4 februari 2012

Can feel your presence, can smell your fragrance
As if you stood beside me
It isn’t over until it´s over

I’m not gonna cry, I’ve been thought better than that
My eyes are too fucking dry, now isn’t that ironic
This is my own fight, I’m gonna wear it out
I’m gonna bleed it out

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