Versus The Mirror
A Softened Suicide
Wipe that grin right off your face and focus your attention, on the blood you taste now you tell me about your sorrow
for you won't live to see tomorrow far from soon far from home how sweet it was to have you here for more than one time this year these deep wounds have yet to heal this dying heart is oh so real far from soon far from home i won't rest until i see a thousand fallen angels line these streets prepare yourself for this jarring scene the end of this rivalry
From Letras Mania