Yellowcard- Rough Draft
by GetUpKids7 on April 05, 2003Breathing in your skin tonight,
Quiet is my loudest cry,
Wouldn't want to wake the eyes that make me melt inside..
And if it's healthier to leave you be,
May a sickness come and set me free,
Kill me while I still believe that you were meant for me...
---->Yellowcard
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