Blog de Dans-le-slip-de-Tom
Where's the pain when you walk out the door ? It doesn't hurt like it used to before. Where's the love that we couldn't ignore ? It doesn't kick like a pill anymore. Where's the thrill at the end of our fights ? Where's the heat when we turn off the lights ? I just miss all the mess that we made, when we still had the passion to hate. There's a dark cloud pulling me in, that's the girl I was breathing in sin. There's a blind force letting it win, and it's longing to tear us apart. I get high when you're making me weak, let me down 'til I crawl on my knees. I just miss all the mess that we made.
WHEN WE STILL HAD THE PASSION TO HATE.