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My feet ar blistering on the surface of your skin
Finger's tapping on this moonlit scene
+ even though I walk all over you
You still find a way to dominate me.
If I can never win, what is there to loose ??
Only the fact that your lips are touching mine
Pushing so hard, breaking the mould
Moving in this moment of fragile time.
Bleak + replusive are the words I chose
As the rainbow fades to an icey grey
The colours are only in your eyes
+ those sickly, heart-felt words you say.
+ if it's too hard to say goodbye
Remember the kiss we shared by the moon
Wear me like the slices on your wrist
To remind you that I will be back soon.
Finger's tapping on this moonlit scene
+ even though I walk all over you
You still find a way to dominate me.
If I can never win, what is there to loose ??
Only the fact that your lips are touching mine
Pushing so hard, breaking the mould
Moving in this moment of fragile time.
Bleak + replusive are the words I chose
As the rainbow fades to an icey grey
The colours are only in your eyes
+ those sickly, heart-felt words you say.
+ if it's too hard to say goodbye
Remember the kiss we shared by the moon
Wear me like the slices on your wrist
To remind you that I will be back soon.