Dagger in my heart
With a dagger in my heart...
Guess I'm about to find out,
'Cause you're tearing me apart.
I don't struggle, what's the point,
Smashed and shattered to my core
I stand before you on my knees.
We've been through all this before...
Empty places, melted candles
And my nightmares coming true.
There's no fear just the pain,
Just the silver slicing through...
I search for answers in your eyes
As you're tearing me apart.
So, tell me, how do I survive
With a dagger in my heart...
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otherwise it is not bad- very romantic. Did you try poison or a sword?
Пробштейн Ян 30.06.2011 06:17 Заявить о нарушении
And "do" here is used more for emphatic purposes than anything else.
If I used poison or a sword that would've been far too quick and I wouldn't have had the time to write this, now, would I?
Марина Фордвэкс 30.06.2011 13:51 Заявить о нарушении
Пробштейн Ян 30.06.2011 19:53 Заявить о нарушении