He's beautiful and bleak.
He has a porcelain face,
That cracks when he speaks.
I go to start a conversation but I,
Get no reply,
And you stare just like a statue
As I break down and cry.
Your face is like an eagle,
But your mind is like a crow.
And boy I know you have opinions,
But you don't let them show.
You're a shelf of books with out the pages,
A wealth of thoughts locked up in cages.
So if blood runs through your veins,
Don't you suppose it's such a waste
To be composed in such a way?
Just let me in...
You write me letters
In a pen with no ink.
And you have your own eyes,
But you don't dare blink.
You speak in words,
Without a sentence.
You're the ghost that haunts me,
Without a presence...
So if blood runs through your veins,
Don't you suppose it's such a waste
To be composed in such a way?
Just let me in...
Just let me in...
He doesn't make your knee weak, He's beautiful and bleak. He has a porcelain face, That cracks when he speaks. I go to start a conversation but I, Get no reply, And you stare just like a statue As I break down and cry. Your face is like an eagle, But your mind is like a crow. And boy I know you have opinions, But you don't let them show. You're a shelf of books with out the pages, A wealth of thoughts locked up in cages. So if blood runs through your veins, Don't you suppose it's such a waste To be composed in such a way? Just let me in... You write me letters In a pen with no ink. And you have your own eyes, But you don't dare blink. You speak in words, Without a sentence. You're the ghost that haunts me, Without a presence... So if blood runs through your veins, Don't you suppose it's such a waste To be composed in such a way? Just let me in... Just let me in... Explain Request ×
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