sábado, 9 de abril de 2011

Cut yourself in conversation.
Cut a line to make me feel alive.'Cause you know I'm not alive.And leave me with your complications.
Take your life, you feel like taking mine.
And meeting God, we stand in line.
Not alone
Trust to take the right to leave me.
Waiting under dark clouds for the rain.
Praying lightning strikes a change.As history gets lost,
And as I took that final breathe I felt alive.

Nowhere to go.
I'm not leaving. I'm not going. I'm not kissing you goodbye on my own.I'm nothing, just bleeding.
I'm not kissing you goodbye.