Her face is stolen from fiction the type of addiction that takes away my thoughts
Her eyes are nights of confusion they’re full of Illusion and mysteries never solved
Her pain is felt by all her tears can start a war
When she smiles she can turn fear into pain
The rhythm of her pulse the softness of her voice calms me down like the sound of rain
Ivory is white and her skin is so
Soft to the touch like the purest snow
If I could havе her I won’t let her go
Shе’s my autumn storm
Hear me, I’m calling to you
Fear me, I’m haunting you
Her pain is felt by all her tears can start a war
When she smiles she can turn fear into pain
The rhythm of her pulse the softness of her voice calms me down like the sound of rain
Her face is stolen from fiction the type of addiction she takes away my thoughts
Her eyes are nights of confusion they are full of Illusion and mysteries never solved
Her pain is felt by all her tears can start a war
When she smiles she can turn fear into pain
The rhythm of her pulse the softness of her voice calms me down like the sound of rain
Ivory is White and her skin is so
Soft to the touch like the purest snow
If I could have her I won’t let her go
She’s my autumn storm
You belong to me
I raise my hands up in defeat
Without you I don’t feel complete
There’s nothing more in this world I want but you
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