Löften.
Into the fire on my own
I know i wont see your face again
Are you sitting there alone
Are you thinking like me of the laughing times or of the sad and loving times
Everything that's left from us is there where you are!
Promise me to think of us as a time so beutiful.
Promise me to think of us still bright still colorfull.
Promise me to look back at us as a time in your life you enjoyed.
Surounded by flames everywhere
What i used to be im not even there
The absence of you is killing me
Are you thinking like me of the laughing times or of the sad and loving times
Everything that's left from us is there where you are, promise me to think of us as a time so beutiful.
Promise me to think of us still bright still colorfull
Promise me to look back at us as a time in your life you enjoyed.
/Dead by April
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