You're the dark to light. You're never satisfied. You only know the things that will fail to be. A pessimistic one. Who sees the end to come. Where every joy is lost to a tragedy.
If I could stand for something. I would turn the bitter tide. I would turn it on the pain. I've come to know. And calm the storm that never dies. . I'm hearing.
Flowers placed at the foot of the grave. Of the one we lost forever. Jesus please, let her soul rest in peace. And make way, a new angel's in Heaven. .
One touch, taste, the thrill so great. My flesh, breath, forbidden fruit you waste. They say I'm pure,. Naive and such a bore,. But now you know. The truth told,.