

Hark All The Angels SingIts not so hard to see my way, To see through my eyes, So Ill let you stay.Hark All The Angels Sing
Its not hard to see through my heart, To see what I see, Though inside Im torn apart.
There are seams unfixed, Though only glossed over, Why such little luck, Unlike a four-leaf-clover.
If you slide into my reality, Then Ill let you see, The darkest soul, The deepest part of me.
For Im not so evil, And yet so more kind, Im not a saint, So you can just rewind.
Ill crack my knuckles
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Just living ,all i need to do nooow is.. knowing what i'm actually living for
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Miłość jest jak morderca. Wcale nie jest ślepa. To kanibal o wyjątkowo ostrym wzroku. Przypomina wiecznie głodnego owada. A co jada? Przyjaźń.
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