Imprimer - Paroles Mania

This isn't another moonlight sonata
this is just a twisted lullaby

I look at you and all I see's an empty box
inside of you there is nothing left to rot
I brought you here, though I've barely seen your face

I look at you and all I see's an empty box
inside of you there is nothing left to rot
I brought you here, now I can't bare to see your face

From Paroles Mania