This is a little something that I wanted to say to the Great Daine . ( A Person)
Your love is the dead that cant break free
Angles sing when you come into the room
But you never seem to even see my face at all
Your love is like a dead song
It like burn my ears , the flam growing higher
THe sway in steep blinded my eyes
You love is like a dead song
But last night you neaver saw the pain
Cutting way to deep
The love I had was broken
My hands are lying to me
Bowing your own head it seem to be not fair
You neaver notices me
Not even a taste of what I can give
You love is a dead song
Pink high hilde shose with white