by Anabelle
I'll take your photo off the shelf
this sick game got me all reversed
I'm stuck in a cold gear, it routs my portrait
I slam the door right away
i can't get my head straight up this mess
I won't get through, I won't get through
I need to move out
I run the car right off the cliff
and stick my mind deep in the water
inside a brain flu, inside a cold blue
I used to enjoy and smile everytime
now this got me down and packed me on the side
I need to run away
this love is nothing but a bruise
here i am in a dainty dress corrupted by the bloom
how did i get there, why suddenly it's all clear
this love melts in the rain
I'll never get to forget how good it used to be before it stopped
somehow i wish scenes could be played
I'll take my past off the shelf
why did you fog our relationship
I can't respect you, I can't respect you
I'm slipping out the flight
nice night but it's too bad i take the next stop
I'm run away
Submission date : 2009-11-06
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