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Close, naked, skin on skin. Tears are falling, tears of joy. Her first boy, his first girl, makes a change. In a world full of nothing, though it's not love, it means something. She's lonely, and he says it's for her only that he lusts. She doesn't trust him, nothing is true, but he will do. In a world full of nothing, though it's not love, it means something. It's easy to slip away and believe it all. Though it's not love, it means something.
Your optimistic eyes seem like paradise to someone like me.
Bring your chains, your lips of tragedy, and fall into my arms.
My weaknesses, you know each and every one: it frightens me.
I've been running like you, now you understand why I'm running scared.
As I lay here with you, the shame lies with us, we talk of love and trust that doesn't matter. Though we may be the last in the world we feel like pioneers, telling hopes and fears to one another. And, oh, what a feeling inside of me, it might last for an hour. Wounds aren't healing inside of me, though it feels good now... I know it's only for now.
How can a view become so twisted?
Angels with silver wings shouldn't know suffering. I wish I could take the pain for you.
With or without words, I'll confide everything.
Love needs its martyrs, needs its sacrifices. They live for your beauty and pay for their vices. Love will be the death of my lonely soul brothers, but their spirit will live on in the hearts of all lovers.
I want somebody to share the rest of my life, share my innermost thoughts, know my intimate details, someone who'll stand by my side.
In your room, where time stands still or moves at your will, will you let the morning come soon or will you leave me lying here?
Let me see you stripped down to the bone. Let me hear you speaking, just for me. Let me hear your crying, just for me.
You know how hard it is for me to shake the disease that takes hold of my tongue in situations like these.
Now it's too, too late for words that should have been said long ago. I was there when you needed me most. I was there when you wanted me least. I was your father, your son, and your holy ghost and priest. I couldn't save your soul. I couldn't even take you home. I couldn't fill that hole, alone.
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Ne ho citate solo quindici... poteva andare peggio. Ad ogni modo, sempre e comunque, Martin ti adoro. ❤
Your optimistic eyes seem like paradise to someone like me.
Bring your chains, your lips of tragedy, and fall into my arms.
My weaknesses, you know each and every one: it frightens me.
I've been running like you, now you understand why I'm running scared.
As I lay here with you, the shame lies with us, we talk of love and trust that doesn't matter. Though we may be the last in the world we feel like pioneers, telling hopes and fears to one another. And, oh, what a feeling inside of me, it might last for an hour. Wounds aren't healing inside of me, though it feels good now... I know it's only for now.
How can a view become so twisted?
Angels with silver wings shouldn't know suffering. I wish I could take the pain for you.
With or without words, I'll confide everything.
Love needs its martyrs, needs its sacrifices. They live for your beauty and pay for their vices. Love will be the death of my lonely soul brothers, but their spirit will live on in the hearts of all lovers.
I want somebody to share the rest of my life, share my innermost thoughts, know my intimate details, someone who'll stand by my side.
In your room, where time stands still or moves at your will, will you let the morning come soon or will you leave me lying here?
Let me see you stripped down to the bone. Let me hear you speaking, just for me. Let me hear your crying, just for me.
You know how hard it is for me to shake the disease that takes hold of my tongue in situations like these.
Now it's too, too late for words that should have been said long ago. I was there when you needed me most. I was there when you wanted me least. I was your father, your son, and your holy ghost and priest. I couldn't save your soul. I couldn't even take you home. I couldn't fill that hole, alone.
.
.
.
Ne ho citate solo quindici... poteva andare peggio. Ad ogni modo, sempre e comunque, Martin ti adoro. ❤
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