Crownhate Ruin (The)
In the Four Years to Come
I always doubt it was clearly saidMy poorest choice in the four years to comeI could pull at all my hairI would still be thereThere is danger in wordsBut we still don't careIn the five times of askingI answer directlyNo jokes insidePut aside for awhileIt is only afterwards that I shake my fists at wallsA depth that I thought I would never swimIn bed is one place to liveWhere bleak kisses are given
From Letras Mania