Anchor And Braille
Empires
the bridge I build you seem to tear downyou said you liked how it lookslying on the grounddo you like it whem i'm poor, when I begseems I take two steps forwardthen you break both my legsdon't cry for medon't turn aroundknow you've got other empiresto burn downdeath strikes quick the needle she stingspain seems so fittingon these broken stringskingdom's built on love for myselflost in my ambitionsnow cast to the seasdrowning in an ocean of tideswhere excess and pity seem to coincidedon't cry for medon't turn aroundknow you've got other empiresto burn down
From Letras Mania