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There was a boy, holding a photograph
With a thousand thoughts of broken homes and suicide
Will he be there, will he be understood
This world of down and out, he'll fight it with his love
There was a girl, holding a razorblade
Her vein is bleeding, swear to God she ain't no drama queen
And when it ended, will she be understood
This world of blackest love, she'll fight it with her love
And when the sun's comin down, you got no home to cry
There ain't no angels at the end of your empty roads
But darlin' don't regret, learn to forgive and to forget
In the land of no angels you'll survive...
The story ends, can we just stop pretend
How many kids are dying will we ever understand
They are the love, the one we once forget
Forever I believe we'll find the love again
- Album:
- Army of the Black Rose