5 acessos
She was sitting, where you belong,
I'm in a body surrounded
By some ghosts and vultures,
It reminds me there's heaven,
I vanish as days pass.
It's my imagination, it's just my imagination.
Beside your corpse i found a bottle of lye,
Looking in your eyes like i never did before,
Flower petals crushed to the ground.
Now it's late to make a difference in this ditch,
They said, she died of a broken heart.
Leaving dreams behind i felt stings you were by my side
And i woke up with a rope around the neck.
They said : " she died of a broken heart ",
They said " the beautiful faces hide witches "