18 acessos
You are the whisperer.
You are the unborn son.
You are the look of miss deception in the eyes of all the people you love.
You are the whisperer.
You are the new-born.
You are the sun in the sky that makes it seem so blue.
When heaven and hell are caught playing cards with our lives,
And you know that the house will always win.
How can I have lost all my faith in you when your eyes were wide open?