She never look
Back in black
Because a bird wisper
At her...

Sweet summer
And thé breath
Is hotter than
thé Words
you Cough
Up at my
Face

Like a Cold eye
Shot in my head
in my head
( There you Always exist as thé Dream about Reach higher level )
When lipps lie
You give me Beauty beyond compare
Just as joline
At my Rib
under ny rib
I rather let you be dead but please dont take my Dream down to my Ground

I 'm a Girl from Sweden as dont giving in for something that is worth pain
Tell me that you are just like your story dont show in front of me

Give me Wind to my Wings
as thé Picture of you at my shoulder
On my. Shoulder
I have a broken Part of his Word Line..an indikation is my red finger.
Thé Missing of a deadly serving of thé taken kiss
Blue Beauty cover my breast..