5 acessos
A simple reflection of the lips
In exchange for me on the asphalt
I caught the eyes of miss perfection and lost control
I tried so hard to watch it fall over
Over and over again
Hold fast ambulance
What is fair?
I want what I can't have.
Ambulance, incredible the sound of the sirens.
The footsteps grow louder like the sound of the monitor
Wait just a little longer
Looking at bright lights
Everything goes to black
The nurse may have the cure
But the blood on my shirt was not my own
And here I stand, in the waiting room.