Saturday, March 26, 2011

Give



Glass hailed from the sky that night
I couldn't hide to save my life
Standing drenched in open wounds
You took my hand and pulled me through

I want to give you everything, I'll give you my all
Because you gave me, you gave me your lips a gentle kiss
The medicine to cure my pain





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