Pond
Boys Don't Crash
Flaming hearts in the back of a black Mariah
Now smoking darts seems to make me a pariah
I'm so tired of living, but I don't want to die
Will I be forgiven for my dream life?
Dream life
Dream life
Everything I touch now sends a plume into the air
My baby skin's so fair that she isn't even there
Death has no expression, just lingers by my side
Counting the procession to my dream life
Dream life
Dream life
I'm so tired of living but I don't want to die
Will I be forgiven for my dream life?
Dream life
Dream life
From Letras Mania