Her eyes begin to burn |
In my heart, |
This is what I wish: |
I'm scared I've lost sight of you |
Sometimes people put up walls. Not to keep others out...but to see who cares enough to tear them down. |
My razor, |
You left me with one thing |
The scars show my past |
Yes, its true. |
...And when our lips touched for the very first time, I knew that you would always be mine... |