With Broken Wings - My August | Текст Иностранной Песни
take my august take a match give it life hand me ashes with a smile watch the collapse of a tower that once stood high with a frown, walk away when
With Broken Wings - Minus A Holiday | Текст Иностранной Песни
early years consist of only silence his image is buried beneath a falling sun a cold day another holiday your minutes turned into empty hours (years) a cold
With Broken Wings - Tonight Is The Night My Heart Stops... | Текст Иностранной Песни
rip my eyes out this curse has stolen my home don't doubt the world for your own actions will determine when I will kill you jump off this cliff
With Broken Wings - Under Disguise | Текст Иностранной Песни
beautified they're hidden underneath a heavy disguise we idolize these fraudulent images and ignore all that was once considered original and we have
With Broken Wings - Black Morning Ribbon | Текст Иностранной Песни
Here is my ribbon bleeding black. Dripping ashes of the innocent not much can be said for us after what we have done. A backfire of potential success years
With Broken Wings - Goodbye | Текст Иностранной Песни
Time goes by just waiting here to say goodbye, Its just another day gone by, And I cant seem to get it through to you, So just sit out their a little longer, Its fine with
With Broken Wings - In My Dreams | Текст Иностранной Песни
and it is only in my dreams that I permit myself to be insane and I scream for no apparent reason and my urge to crumble the lives of others elevates as my... my
With Broken Wings - Sympathy Page | Текст Иностранной Песни
And yet another page filled With sorrow, attempting to sympathize With anyone who has ever Had their hearts broken Tears are common now Tears that quickly turn to
With Broken Wings - The Birth Of Catastrophe | Текст Иностранной Песни
And I've begun my misery. I celebrate my death annually And with no control I watch my grave grow deeper. (What is wrong with me..) And I've begun my
With Broken Wings - May We Not Forget Grace | Текст Иностранной Песни
recite a prayer look up towards heaven and with shame feel those tears, stream down your face in true irony we are all good where will we stand when the