The soul of this bulwark forever and ever
Meet me after dark again and I'll hold you. I am nothing more then to saviour of that and maybe tonight, we'll fly so far away. We'll be lost before the dawn
Human, daydreamer, fighter and another shits.
I can be the bitch, I can play the whore,
Or your fairytale princess who could ask for more.
A touch of wicked, A pinch of risqué,
Good girl gone bad, my poison is your remedy
Friday, June 14th