Monday, September 28, 2009


Heart of gold but it lost its pride.
Beautiful veins and bloodshot eyes.
I've seen your face in another light.
Why'd you have to go and let it die?























A simple man and his blushing bride.
Interveinious, intertwined.
Heart's gone cold, your hands were tight.
Why'd you have to go and let it die?




Why'd you have to go and let it die?

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