She wraps me up in blankets of silkshe lays upon me a grey rose from the fieldThe sky is clear and the moon is highShe chats a prayer to the angels up..
This Is not real Y'all. I have noticed for the last few years though that my feeling are not like they used to be. Not much or nothing has made me emo..
Do you feel that chill that caressesyour skinThe pain of hell that you put them inThe fear of losing yourself from withinwould be a treat for a beast ..
He's lovingHe's kindHe's funnyand cuteHe can Get on my nervesPush my buttonmake me madand make me curseHe's not perfectAnd that's okayI knew that from..
You say you are lonelyYou say you are sadYou say it would be betterIf you only hadFriends to fill the voidA loverto fix the sadnessAll this would make..