quarta-feira, 8 de junho de 2011

Broken Angel

I can feel my wings being ripped apart when you walk away. You became an addiction, you are my contradiction, nothing but fiction. I have a machine inside my chest, and every two seconds it beeps, and some people call it heart. You turned it in a simple mechanism that make me alive against my will. 
You are my cause of death, angel. You turned me into a broken one.


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