FROM THE MOUTH OF TANK TO ME . . . HE ROCKS ME

I want to be the star shaped scar
Across your broken heart
I want to put you back together
You will wear my mark
Slowly strip your sinful skin
I can make you warm within
Let me give you everything
The sun, the moon, new life past death
Our lips will touch and hearts explode
We'll paint the sky like Fireflies
Bright will be our glow

Written by Tank May 26, 2004 10:47 p.m
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