My silver tears
(Indisponível)
Winds of change
your voice (is) never audible
The whisper of your soul
and out of my arms,
so far from your charms,
that I can not bare,
another year.
Crying my silver tears
It's breaking me.
hot words can cauterize
there's just a waste of time,
Every time I walked down the pains
It would never be the same
Every time I walked down
I'll never paint face
you have left me with last words... I won't hear
(with the) noteless shrill of jealousy... I won't hear
Crying my silver tears
it's breaking me
(the) claims of imperfection
(the) things (that) you deserve.
I will never paint my face
and a clarity I've never seen.
You can't belittle this,
is mine to believe
Winds of change
your voice (is) never audible
The whisper of your soul
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