the mortician's daughter - black veil brides
I sit here and smile dear
I smile because I think of you and blush.
These bleeding hollow dials... this fuss.
A fuss is made of miles and travels when roadways are but stones and gravel.
A bleeding heart and conquer every crutch.
We booked our flight those years ago,
You said you loved me as you left me.
Regrets still haunt your saddened head
But I promised you I will see you.
We booked our flight those years ago,
I said I loved you and I left you.
Regrets no longer in my head,
I promised you and now I,m home again, again, again, again, again.
I,m home again.
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