Hand in hand, walking down the hill.
Tiring t'was. But worth the still.
Haven't thought of the pain.
Hurting and bleeding blue, in rain.
Tiring t'was. But worth the still.
Haven't thought of the pain.
Hurting and bleeding blue, in rain.
Her lips smelled of a dark red rose.
From her to her,she was the one I chose.
Her green eyes told me a story.
Weak and yet a bright glory
From her to her,she was the one I chose.
Her green eyes told me a story.
Weak and yet a bright glory
She was a virgin. In heart. Yet to be molested
by those guys who know not how to love. It was
all about breaking the walls of the emptiness that was crawling.
It was in her weak shrinking heart. I wonder
What's gonna make her strong. Those lonely
nights where you remember everything that
ever hurt you. It's time, he said.
Wait. Don't go. Bled my deepest soul.
But the past is twirled around us. Tears like tornado
and anger like a curse. She felt it.
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