40 Grit

Groin
Pin drop, falling of still. Breach is over and over. Head over heels. New low rides on me without a sound. No love - her nothing, hear nothing, nothing. I'll never, ever need you. Forever, never, good-bye. Say good-bye through the eyes. No words I hear alive in the good lie. From me to you (Repeat) I blew the chance of foregiveness Volatile. Freedoms dance - mystical. No love - Can't penetrate here small space. New low. I wish you'd get out of my face. Call it something ...... From Letras Mania