Woorden: Atreyu. Lead Sails Paper Anchor. Doomsday.

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Go...
A rush of blood
To my head
Leaves me winded and wanting
To feel the weakness in my body
Beaten and crushed like my soul
I walked the streets flirting death
But it never kissed back
I'm so lucky so cursed so fucked up
But that?s the way that it goes
It's in the ebb and the flow
I wish that I could give you my time
Give you my time

Seems like doomsday has come early this year
The last angel has gone
I cant remember the last time I cried
The last angel is gone home
Home

The memories stacking up
And they pull at my guts
What do I have to do to end it
The better days hacked away
Leaving me only pain
This regret is never ending
But in the blink of an eye
This life passes you by
I wish that I could give you my time.
Give you my time

I can?t remember the last time I cried