The process of revolution has already littered. The streets of Leningrad. The indivisible masses have been victimized. By the pages of their own history.
So this is it, the feeling that I've missed. A subtle kind of pain that keeps me from sleep. I try to explain how you touch drives me insane. And I can't spend a night without wishing I was with you.
Wasting your days away Sleepless brown eyes Dark and. lifeless, blood shot Everything seems gray We. havent spoke since June Summer set us far apart And.
Simply slide in my sheets. and simply fall asleep. should she shatter my heart. ans scatter these parts. among the shaded streets. . in a shallow attempt.
Dont bite your lip to hold back your smile. Just think of this. As bending the rules. Youre walking a thin line. Between me and whats right. This thread seems worn and frayed.