Open chest
Setembro 16, 2015
Isis Erzsébeth Báthory
Got a little too close
Cut open my chest and pull
My little arms around you
Guess mine is not first heart broken
Guess my eyes won´t be the last to cry
I wouldn't be the first to know
I would just a fool who's willin' too much
You must be hovering yourself
Or maybe I am.
And in my dreams
You and I are happy,
In my dreams I'm not a freak
Oh I'll drill little holes into my heart
And hide my love under a rock
My legs are getting weak from this walk
My eyes can no longer see
I'll lay down and wait for the wind to take me with it.