I don’t belive in fairies
And I don’t put trust in ghosts
But a heart that’s real and hurts and bleeds will now heal in the darkest show
A kiss ,my skin, imaginary home
A hope that frights and truth that hides
Will teach you how to deal with this
From weeping blood to cry out smiles
The spectre of the options that’ll always laugh you out and run
Will it hurt you?
Does this worth your trust?
Will you heal me?
Will you be more than dust?
I don’t belive in fairies
And I also don’t belive in lies
And I don’t put trust in ghosts
But a heart that’s real and hurts and bleeds will now heal in the darkest show
A kiss ,my skin, imaginary home
A hope that frights and truth that hides
Will teach you how to deal with this
From weeping blood to cry out smiles
The spectre of the options that’ll always laugh you out and run
Will it hurt you?
Does this worth your trust?
Will you heal me?
Will you be more than dust?
I don’t belive in fairies
And I also don’t belive in lies
copyright Art Damage 2007
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