Dead.
When this wound becomes electric blue
I would soon jump into death, six feet under
You become everything I lose
But they say,
Distance make lovers fonder
What would be left of my pride when I die?
Of what use will it be
Buried down without you. What? What and why?
Bones breaking, my lungs scream.
You will be the death of me.
I would soon jump into death, six feet under
You become everything I lose
But they say,
Distance make lovers fonder
What would be left of my pride when I die?
Of what use will it be
Buried down without you. What? What and why?
Bones breaking, my lungs scream.
You will be the death of me.