Mostrando entradas de octubre, 2018

And way down we go, go..

So i say to myself, if he loves me or not.

No me puedo ir, no puedo escapar.

You know the truth can be a weapon.

Can you fly?

You got to let go, come with me.

But I'm still not sure if fear's a rival or a close relative to truth.

I could take the high road, But I know that I'm goin' low.

Know I’ll go with you.

With the dragon tattoo.