Truth Is, by Tim Pozzi |
Told you some beautiful things, but it stings that you still won't notice. Spoke to you some lovely words, but it'll always hurt that you'd rather walk away... The fires in my eyes, could consume me. But you could hold and tame and sing along, the flames were made in your name. |
Posted: 2012-01-13 15:55:38 UTC |
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