| The Paintingit's too late for something like this
i thought i told you what i knew
i thought i told you where to go
but that wasn't good enough for you
i hold your face in my hands
but i won't lower this weapon
these bullets are calling for something
a canvas of white
a portrait of black
she's weaing the dress
she's wearing the pain
of me clothed in plight
of you in attack
this body was white
there's nothing left
of a love that was so good,
i thought you knew me more than this
was there something i could have told you
that would've stopped these stars from falling in?
but now there's blood on the angels
you were so happy
you were so beautiful
but now i can't even see you
through the blood on my face
i'm sorry
it was just like...
a canvas of white
a portrait of black
you're wearing the dress
you're wearing the shame
of me dressed to fight
of her clothed in night
her body was good
but there's nothing left
of the kiss saved for last.
innocence is something given
and i wish i didn't give mine away
innocence is umatched beauty
the beauty of a hidden woman's face
where can i find you?
the scabs on my eyes are wearing thin
where can i find you?
and escape this coffin i live in there was a kiss saved for last a canvas of white
i dreamt of a starry night
a canvas of night
i dreamt of a starry sky
i dreamt.
|
| |
| i got another one for you guys. 
|
| |
| 
you're out of control.
|
| |
| why can't every woman be like Claire Redfield?
i mean she's smart, beautiful, gentle, and she kills zombies.
what more could you want in a girl? |
| |
|  Now this girl is hott!!!!
xIAMJUSTINx |
| |
