Wind shreds leaves from trees
And all it leaves is bare branches
The same happened to your lies
Hearty turned into dying
I stand on rotting apples
Repulsive odour sticks to my clothes
Your breath smells just like this
Your toung is rotten because of your stories
Cold rain shakes me into this world
To the truth
Summer of your lies was beautiful to look at, yes
But when October arrives
I can´t remember anymore
Why I believed that
July could last forever?
Oh my... This one's really, really good..!
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Repulsive odour sticks to my clothes"
"Why I believed that
July could last forever?" Amazing lines...
Like you dress the words and spear their hearts at the same time. Wow :P
spear their hearts :P haha.. I´m a serial killer ^^ thanx
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