"The White Cross"
When I think of you I think of dying
When I'm in your arms I feel like crying
On the white cross
Baby, you are the crow
and I'm the figure in black
being preyed on below
To make you happy I dress in lace
with those blood-stained hands
you touch my face
I abused myself for you
I misused myself for you
On the white cross you hang with that same bleeding smile
The dark rain falls on your pale skin
You watch me disappear
And your pain begins.
When I think of you I think of dying
When I'm in your arms I feel like crying
On the white cross
Baby, you are the crow
and I'm the figure in black
being preyed on below
To make you happy I dress in lace
with those blood-stained hands
you touch my face
I abused myself for you
I misused myself for you
On the white cross you hang with that same bleeding smile
The dark rain falls on your pale skin
You watch me disappear
And your pain begins.
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nikonphoto80:
thanks, good to talk to you to. sorry, my internet was turned off and i just got it back today.
bellica:
Hey babe! It's been a while alright! I'm good, how bout you? 