Our love is ugly

...I don't believe ...that its really really happening..that its really happening, ..the feeling that I feel....the feeling that I feel in me...this feeling is comforting...its making me feel like I'm home again. I never even left here.

thick wool... your sweater was chocking me...chocking me...chocking me.. it wouldn't even let me go... it just held me down... down...down....down....

then you let go... you let go to gasp for air... then I ran ran ran ran ran ran ran ran ran ran ran ran ran ran...

I'm still running....

no you can't catch me ...so don't you even try.

you're never gonna find me...

I'm flying so you got no prints to trace ... you can't even smell me.

trickle
drip
trickle
drip
drip
dripdrip
there is a traitor in my misdt....

mon sang, mon coeur ... le fue dedant ... mon coeur saigne et les filets me trahissent

my blood led you to me...

I have marked myself with the story that is you...
joyful pain... when the blood drops
endless agony when the pain never stops

oh the sorrow... oh the joy

embrassez mes cicatrices, effacez-les de la vue, rendez-moi belle encore

make me beautiful again ...

misery, I will not accommodate to you -

run, elora, run

you will never be beautiful here.

I will embrace life else where and there I will find beauty... love ..serene and pure...

there I will be judged by the scars life carved on my arms and back ...

did I inflict this upon myself? ...

its wicked ... and its made me ugly

bullocks