Monday, 23 November 2009

Each Night

Borrowed from the Purest Of Pain Lyrics

"Sorry didn't mean to call you but I couldn't fight it
I guess I was weak, couldn't even hide it
and so I surrendered, just to hear your voice...

...That deep inside me, I feel like I'm dying. I have to see you,
it's all that I'm asking.

...The days are so cold and lonely
and each night I taste the purest of pain."

peace

Zhou

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