It is I that the devil fears
I am the one at whom the addiction tears
when the flesh mends
and the burns heal
I will be the one
to which these feelings reappear
and when the rope grows tight
the ambitions take flight
it will be too late
it will be too late
how can I move on when my past still haunts me
how can I continue foward when my dreams continue to stop me
I never meant to let them in my head
I never wanted it to go this far
but oh god i tried so hard
Ill search inside
and find whats mine
in this coffin
where my body lies
but it will be too late
it will be too late
and at the end of the night
when my veins run dry
and all is lost
but the love feels right
we will both die
we will both die
"If the people we love are stolen from us,
the way to have them live on is to never stop loving them.
Buildings burn, people die,
BUT REAL LOVE IS FOREVER..."
Excerpt from "The Crow