Watch,
as in my eyes the light...
As a child they tell you to say your prayers
Every night before you go to bed...
I'm holding you,
loving you...
Everyone is calling
calling not to find out whether I'm okay...
Punch her in the throat, wont contradict me. Wrap...
The road is poetry in motion.
But don't play with fire...
- Flashback -
"Babe don't do this..." a voice...
There is no dreaming here.
No beauty left in washed out...
Loneliness is better having a fake relationship.
End...
Thirty.
Seconds stretched like years...
As everything slowly dies away,
and all I see is your face dimming at my bedside...
Chosen by the Angels
To be their brightest star...