domingo, 24 de febrero de 2013

It feels just like a dagger buried deep in your back, it's so cruel.

You run for cover but you can't escape the second attack and you turn your back.
Your soul was innocent, she kissed him and she painted it black on a losing game.
You should have seen your little face, burning for love,
*Miss Atomic Bomb* 
Holdin' on for your life.

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