Death doesn't discriminate
He doesn't care if you are young or old;
Nor does he bat an eye at your skin.
He cares not of your children
Or who you are within.
Death will take and take
Until there is nothing left in his wake.
Death doesn't discriminate
He doesn't care if you are young or old;
Nor does he bat an eye at your skin.
He cares not of your children
Or who you are within.
Death will take and take
Until there is nothing left in his wake.
"You brush past me in the hallway
And you don't think I can see ya, do ya?
I've been watchin' you for ages
And I spend my time tryin' not to feel it"
where dahlia russell slowly realises feelings for...