When the sun goes down,
i'm ready to drown.
Love is a waste,
If she has no taste.
My vision blurs in anticipation,
Awating deaths sweet sensation.
I cant say what i want,
your kiss a pleading taunt.
its like a dove,
the angel of love.
i'm ready to drown.
Love is a waste,
If she has no taste.
My vision blurs in anticipation,
Awating deaths sweet sensation.
I cant say what i want,
your kiss a pleading taunt.
its like a dove,
the angel of love.
