I Love These Lyrics
These scars long have yearned for your tender caress;
To bind our fortunes, damn what the stars own;
Rend my heart open, then your love profess;
A winding weaving fate to which we both atone
To bind our fortunes, damn what the stars own;
Rend my heart open, then your love profess;
A winding weaving fate to which we both atone