Thursday, November 25, 2010

Now there's gravel in our voices
Glass is shattered from the fight
In this tug of war, you'll always win
Even when I'm right
'Cause you feed me fables from your hand
With violent words and empty threats
And it's sick that all these battles
Are what keeps me satisfied

Den är rätt fin, texten. För att vara en part two.

(Rihanna - Love the way you lie (part two)

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