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• Artiste: Roses For Her Coffin
• Titre: The Art Of Phleobotomy
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Cross my heart and hope to die, i can't stop thinking about you at night, and all i see is your smile and the thought of being in love and my last wish was spending it with you leave nothing for there is nothing after you only to hear me scream as the fall leaves hit the ground and i don't know what to do when i know i played the part of the tool so swallow down all the love i gave you and keep my heart in your room i can't stop thinking about you, these words playing through my head, no metaphor equals to heartbreak but death seems sufficient, my fear drowns out here pleas.... noise comforts me from this misplaced silence where there is nothing to think about, then how much i loved you let me in, i won't do what i should... pick a vein.. and...