Sunday, 12 April 2015

for you need her more then you love her.

Guilty pleasures burn a hole in the soul, Is ok now to shoot my arrow? Dancing the thin line between pleasure and pain. Clip the wings to never fly again. But you know, I could never dance with out you. And time has to have its own way Or so the story goes as i drink too much, And the room starts to spin Could I really of had to much, Or am I just trying to hard to numb the thoughts, Once again.

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