Apr 09, 2005 01:40
Cross my heart and hope to die
Stick every needle in these eyes
Inject this air into my veins
If it would bring you back to me
I'd rip my heart out of my chest
And paint your room a crimson mess
I'd do it all with no regrets
If it would bring you back to me
I can never, ever, win.
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