Vishaan
11-27-2008, 01:15 PM
The burning it hurts,
Again and again.
The suffering it works,
When my blood goes thin.
My masterpiece it falls,
Into the dark of night.
My baby she burns,
In the wake of my might.
Our love it tears,
apart from the seams.
Our heart are broken,
from all broken dreams.
My tears they turn,
Into the fires of hell.
My throat is scorched,
For its you that I yell.
Again and again.
The suffering it works,
When my blood goes thin.
My masterpiece it falls,
Into the dark of night.
My baby she burns,
In the wake of my might.
Our love it tears,
apart from the seams.
Our heart are broken,
from all broken dreams.
My tears they turn,
Into the fires of hell.
My throat is scorched,
For its you that I yell.