Red Angel Wings
Little sick me...
Drowning in my own fantasy
A few cuts...
A little bit of blood
My life breaks again...
I'm falling down
When will my last feather fall?
Maybe soon...
We will see
Red eyes,black tears
Little sick me...
I'll cure myself
One day everybody will be happy
The day that my last feather will fall....
Anvanya, vrouw, 36 jaar
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