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    Katreilly Valleryos

    C. Anjos
    Membro desde 23 de Dezembro de 2013
    Let's go!

    With blood shot eyes I watch you sleeping

    The warmth I feel beside me is slowly fading

    Would she hear me, if I call her name?

    Would she hold me if she knew my shame?

    There's always something different going wrong

    The path I walk is in the wrong direction

    There's always someone fucking hanging on

    Can anybody help me make this better?

    Your tears don't fall they crash around me

    Her conscience calls the guilty to come home

    Your tears don't fall they crash around me

    Her conscience calls the guilty to come home

    The moments died, I hear no screaming

    The visions left inside me are slowly fading

    Would she hear me, if I call her name?

    Would she hold me, if she knew my shame?

    There's always something different going wrong

    The path I walk is in the wrong direction

    There's always someone fucking hanging on

    Can anybody help me make this better?

    Your tears don't fall they crash around me

    Her conscience calls the guilty to come home

    Your tears don't fall they crash around me

    Her conscience calls the guilty to come home

    Oh!

    Yeah!

    This battered room I've seen before

    The broken bones they heal no more, no more

    With my last breath I'm choking,

    Will this ever end? I'm hoping,

    My world is over one more time.

    Let's Go!

    Would she hear me, if I called her name?

    Would she hold me, if she knew my shame?

    There's always something different going wrong

    The path I walk is in the wrong direction

    There's always someone fucking hanging on

    Can anybody help me make this better?

    Your tears don't fall they crash around me

    Her conscience calls the guilty to come home

    Your tears don't fall they crash around me

    Her conscience calls the guilty to come home

    (Back Down!)

    Your tears don't fall they crash around me

    Her conscience calls the guilty to come home