Baixar Mais Tocadas: Evanescence

I’m the widow / On the tip-tippy-toppy of the highest high of low / And I’m the shadow / Of the first little flower on the brightest patch of snow
It’s too late to change your mind / Even though this fragile world / Is tearing apart at the seams / I can’t wash these sins away
How can I pretend that I don’t see / What you hide so carelessly / I saw her bleed / And you heard me breathe