torsdag 24 februari 2011

She peeled his skin away, so every day he'd cry
And in those tears he'd lie to find some peace

She broke from all his words, but she was made of mercury,
She'd come together later piece by piece

And it became a game they played, under the blankets
In the bed, pretending she was small and he was big

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