Drift Disorder - Glass Bullets

To be lost is her desire
She is running, running to nowhere but
I saw that inside her eyes
And I hope they won't die this night, no
I dreamed she found a place, into the darkness
Living on the corner, 'cause she doesn't wanna be
her slave now, aha
She is loosing her words everytime she runs
She can remember all, but of course she doesn't want
What a feeling is to be insane, when the sadness dance with your pain
She doesn't looks like very bad, does she, does she?

Oh, of course she is nice
Where the fuck is that dumbass who broke her smile?
I guess she wouldn't be mine
it's like to feel a hundred bullets made of glass
on my skin

She is tired of the smell of the wet grey street
Her tears are falling slowly, feeling the cold and I see
that I would be frozen, if she took my hand,
I'm sure nobody is like her, I'm trying to understand
Where is my rationality, where her footprints disappear
My heart beat is being loud I can feel it on her ears
And suddenly, she starts to cry
I should stop it, shouldn't I?
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