Fall کے بول

Your heart filled with hate vacuums the smile off my face. It makes a bad day pass slower --your backward ideas-- stumbling and falling instead of reaching... I don't want to. I dont want to look at the stars with you until you can look at strangers with me (and smile instead of smirk) a sneer across your face, everything is ugly to you and beauty can't exist in anything, in anyone at all...) are not here your body is a shadow a memory of what used to be we can say hello but you're dead to me. I don't want to look at the stars with you until you can look at strangers with me and smile.