Tamzin کے بول

Shadows wept across the floor as she made her way towards me In Tamzin's hand the splintered rose, a symbol her purity And I was struck for the thirteenth time that she hadn't seen me waiting And reality rained cruel and fast from the wounds that she was hiding Feel the world is wasting your time I caught her arm and in her eyes, the first words of the inner reason She held me close and in her mind I saw her paint that forbidden season "We can't just leave", I think I said but my words held scarce their meaning The book is sealed, the motive read that Tamzin's words were healing Feel the world is wasting your time Tamzin said she's leaving Tamzin said she's bleeding Tamzin's just a touch away Tamzin said she's leaving Now she's stopped believing Tamzin's just a touch away Feel the world is wasting your time