۲۳ بهمن ۱۳۸۷

precious scars


Brightest city buried in the dust

lonely people stop and stare at us

together you and me are getting lost

the sky falls

It's getting hard for me to see the truth

I lost my soul and gave myself to you

you are an angel and the devil too

a tear falls

All that I got left are my precious scars

I watch a teardrop falling from your eye

you are so perfect when you cry

in the corner all our endings lie

alone now

All that I got left are my precious scars

It's me that you need now

it's me that you love now

All that I got left are my precious scars

I wish I was immune then it wouldn't hurt
BLACKFIELD*

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