Let's go back few centuries,
Before the beginning of everything.
We'd play a game,
You'd be life and i'd be death.
You'll risk your life with flowers in your head,
I'll survive,i'd play dead.
You'd say words i would never forget,
I'd give you something you can never give back.
You'll leave me with scars that never heal,
I'll teach you how to really feel.
We would be amazing,a deadly dance on the verge of existence.
You'd grab my hand and i'll take the bullet,
I'll bite the dust and your existence will crumble.
You'll cry and I'll smile,
You'll touch my face and for you, I'd die.
We'll go back to the present,we've never met.
I don't know you,but you're in my head.
I've came back from my grave,
Your crown of flowers starts to fade.
My wounds have healed,your blood is burning,
We'll leave this to fate,
But be prepared to meet Death.
CITEȘTI
Pe Aripile Cuvantului.
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