Hanks (The)

Cinnamon Scars
Bet a lesson like her, with cinnamon scars and honey-eyed hopes, hurt so sweet that you longed to tumble again down sugary slopes. You love so much that it burns. Knew the principal play wasn't a ball in your court. Built a castle for her. She raised the walls and made it a fort. You love so much that it burns. You love so much that it burns. He is building up a tolerance... (x8) ...to everything he ever knew, and it's a long, lonely, dangerous view. And it's all right to cry, 'cause I'm the only one here who questions why (Thanks to Josh for these lyrics) From Letras Mania