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The strands in your eyes that color them wonderful
Stop me and steal my breath
Emeralds from mountains thrust toward the sky
Never revealing their depth
Tell me that we belong together
Dress it up with the trappings of love
I'll be captivated
I'll hang from your lips
Instead of the gallows of heartache that hang from above
I'll be your crying shoulder
I'll be love suicide
I'll be better when I'm older
I'll be the greatest fan of your life
Rain falls angry on the tin roof
As we lie awake in my bed
You're my survival, you're my living proof
My love is alive, not dead
Tell me that we belong together
Dress it up with the trappings of love
I'll be captivated I'll hang from your lips
Instead of the gallows of heartache, that hang from above
I'll be your crying shoulder
I'll be love suicide
I'll be better when I'm older
I'll be the greatest fan of your life
I've been dropped out, burned up, fought my way back from the dead
Tuned in, turned on, Remembered the things that you said
I'll be your crying shoulder
I'll be love suicide
I'll be better when I'm older
I'll be the greatest fan of your life
The greatest fan of your life
Woke up this morning at 9:13, felt better, but still hurt. My whole body aches for some reason...I'm thinking it's becoming something other than the stomach flu. Someone tell me to feel better, because only Angeleah and Jon have. :\ I Love them, they care. :)
Party next Friday, bitches!* ~And Seriously, if you're a guy...and you weren't invited..then the reason might be, that if you did come...you'd be getting a full make over. :) ~
Damn right, it's better than yours* lmfao..haha--Chelsea. <3