Nightwish
It's not the tree that forsakes the flower
But the flower that forsakes the tree
Someday I'll learn to love these scars
Still fresh from the red-hot blade of your words.
Bye bye, beautiful.
But the flower that forsakes the tree
Someday I'll learn to love these scars
Still fresh from the red-hot blade of your words.
Bye bye, beautiful.
posted by Jacquetta at
5:59 AM
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