and fall and fall and fall and ... fall apart!?
Oh well because ...
..... I see all too clearly now
why you should be discarded
and though I could pray for you
I probably shan`t
having had my cup filled up
with your lies
and your makeup
You were nothing
thinking you`re something ...
And nonetheless I still write this gothic lovesong
a sign to myself
and the memory of my past
I still write this gothic lovesong
and the memory of my past
and a way to shut out your face ...
Ah ... good times ...
Off to my book ...
(one c93 one di6 one c93 one di6 it's like a conversation)
