I'm a slow-dying flower in the frost killing hour,
*
Take a look at my body
Look at my hands
There's so much here that I don't understand
Your face-saving promises
Whispered like prayers
I don't need them
'cause I've been treated so wrong,
I've been treated so long
As if I'm becoming untouchable
I need the darkness,
the sweetness,
the sadness,
the weakness
I need a lullaby,
a kiss goodnight,
angel,
sweet love of my life
I mean this.
*
Take a look at my body
Look at my hands
There's so much here that I don't understand
Your face-saving promises
Whispered like prayers
I don't need them
'cause I've been treated so wrong,
I've been treated so long
As if I'm becoming untouchable
I need the darkness,
the sweetness,
the sadness,
the weakness
I need a lullaby,
a kiss goodnight,
angel,
sweet love of my life
I mean this.
*
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Postat av: Nat
Ahw, vacker text :3
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