Watch her rise above the wreckage
see her fly through glass
see the world spin round again, again, again
don't waste your beautiful life
don't waste your beautiful life - down here
watch her rise above the wreckages
outh of 64
graceful arms - bent and brokenwere meant for something more
don't waste your beautiful life
don't waste your beautiful life
twisted bodiessurrender for the last timere
born angels - to bring the sun down on this world
demons wasted as they're running through red signs
from the black I know your finding your way back home
finding your way back home
don't waste your beautiful life
don't waste your beautiful life
don't waste your beautiful life down here
surrender for the last timere
born angels - to bring the sun down on this world
surrender for the last time
watch her rise above the wreckage
watch her surrender for the last time
just senseless laments, ramblings, stories, tales, lies of a true-blue self-absorbed, two-faced, fun-loving badass (irl, she's indeed more than that)
Friday, March 24, 2006
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