The gift of love is all we had.
But you were gone, the time was bad.
How should i know, that all you did,
was there to let me fall in it?
A heart, a soul, just one last kiss,
give me the hope you could me miss.
Your rough hands there on my skin,
let all these million angels sing.
But still my scars remember me,
which monster you can possible be.
- Made by KriTastic