sierracore

Babe, is good to feel you again.

If you have seen him, sickly a twin of you, but not at all...

He is really dead, his mind is sick, his lips are small.
I feel full again, I will never taste fear again
fear of love.

Can you call me harder, just because he is testing my nerves with his heavy stare, just because he know where to find me, just because he can enjoy having all the worst of me, just because he own the worst of me