Watch our bloodstreams fusing in one...
Who'll be the first one to die?
Giving up fighting, not trying to run.
Let this death cannon be mine.
Morning will wake you with this sunless sky.
Just to believe that I'm there.
Never forget that I wanted to try
Staying, but this game's unfair.
Could I forget all the memories we've made?
Easier, then, to let go.
Not for the cameras, things that we said.
Would you believe? But you don't...
Bloodstreams
© Copyright: Мейлинг Ирина, 2012
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