Old goodbye's and new hello's
A little black disaster
Called a heart
Secrets pinched on a butterfly
this S.O.S crashed apart.
Our hearts attached, with razor wires.
Thanks, love.
I’m convinced.
True love is a feeling, not a drug to keep you swinging.
I kept on swinging, but did you ever flew?
I sleep on the blisters from the day
and still wonder why I feel alone
I sit and spin thru time
You should feel more like home.
A body blue and black
Bruised inside
Open eyes, I’m hurt!
Fall back down, don't swim
The doctors will stitch me tight.
So I can get up again.
Destroy yourself a lover.
How would it feel, to love to hate you?