Tell her to attend
I was in time
Alone on a road killed
Floating like a morbid Ectoplasm
Tell her you miss
Not that I stop thinking about her
Well, this is just cold and
Angels run and fly around me
Don't cry honney
I still love you
A dark planet in my sight
Burning stars ...
the apocalypse in my veins
Degraded pieces of sorrow
Too bad you are not here
To feel the same hurt
A dead soul for love,
For a mere illusions
prostitute from brothel ...
But i can't hate her ...
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