These Thorns In My Heart From A Rose Remind Me To Go On
The wounds are open and ready to bleed.
I am fucking injured, it’s exactly what I need.
I don’t need your help now, I need to walk alone down the street.
All the kisses are for my suffering!
Chorus:
Smiles of the past are the daggers I caress.
The warm touch of your body brings me hopelessness.
Sweet poison is running in my veins.
Will this thing be the reason for my fucking death? No!
Like sweet infection from nice disease.
That I want madly to haunt me.
It hurts, let’s suffer, don’t help me.
These thorns inside my heart from a rose remind me to go on.
Chorus:
Smiles of the past are the daggers I caress.
The warm touch of your body brings me hopelessness.
Sweet poison is running in my veins.
Will this be the reason for my fucking death? No?!
Just listen to this fucking confession!
When you touch me can you feel my pain?
For these lyrics I have nothing to gain.
Past perfection, the future seems so grey.
Just wait it, wait for your decay. Now!
Take this to the fucking grave!
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