Theres a puddle in this road
Your an animal, A trapped soul
You've become my blood, So cold
That goodnight kiss i long for, stale and old
She asks what went wrong wednesday
He tells her to hush she will be okay
I yell im just in your way,
In her way (yeah)
Falling leaves hang mid-air
A taste of your lips, Touch of your hand
A fragrance of your hair
Time tells me im no longer your demand
Blood was spilled
Skin cracked and peeling
His words were jesus, they healed
Its ok to love her it isnt a feeling (Mmmhmm)
Single death-like rose
Two old hearts all time shows
Shes living in tommorow while i live in today
Age ol time has nothing for me to say
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem