Pulling me down with you, in a river of zombies that we made enemies with
No doubt about that, is this how we going to end up where we are going to turn one of those
The cold water turns red blood, the broken promises, who are we to say we are any good in our souls
But at first we didn't get along the first time we met but you show me not to give up
I'm the heart while you are my wooden spiky arrow that i got shot by
Your love was too dangerous that I might drown in
Suffering at first but you pull me out with your arms
But why can't you do it again
Oh i fall in love with you again even though I shouldn't
Just great
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem