He tears me up, he breaks me down
A million pieces on the ground...
Jump over the moon, dig out bloody axe
self- destruct, inner voice, cryptic tone...
She's finally over the past,
only good things last...
It's now four solid weeks of mortars and tanks.
Trees at our back as to fortify our flanks...
There is always two sides
To every street...
Why do men think they are so smart?
If lying was clever they would make it an art...
She's beautiful.
Innocent and young in her naivety...
I'm cutting my mental wrist
giving my veins a twist...
The whistle has blown, the ball has been kicked,
I arrived late what team has he picked...
I love the feeling...
When I throw myself down...
All The Pretty Faces.
Your mind runs faster than your mouth...
Lovely velvet eyes, with gold powder enlightening...
Innocent natural beauty, makes life worthwhile...