Waiting For Disarm
Black Sea
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Wainting for disarm
She protects herself
Inside a shell
Made of broken hearts
She waits for the night
When nobody can
Can see the scars.
The sex is not the best
But is better than
Swallow black tears
For someone who make you feel wrong.
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You tried to feel strong
But the lonesome is cold
It comes back in every bed
In last breath before you fall into sleep
Someone save her
Someone save her
From herself.