Craving Island, o desolate, While I still search for your skin, I'm facing my fate. Oh tell me mama, is there a place? A resilient harbour to lay?
Jealously yours, I'm climbing that hell. Then I realize, I'm not sure of your spell anymore It kills my reason to understand, Your not mine, I'm not yours. I'm back on my bones again.
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commandsthewind) wrote2012-11-04 12:42 pm
» JEALOUSLY YOURS | emma shapplin
Craving Island, o desolate,
While I still search for your skin,
I'm facing my fate.
Oh tell me mama, is there a place?
A resilient harbour to lay?
Jealously yours,
I'm climbing that hell.
Then I realize,
I'm not sure of your spell anymore
It kills my reason to understand,
Your not mine, I'm not yours.
I'm back on my bones again.