The falling empires, the shattered glass, the wicked echo of my past.
Tumblr.
Now I am not getting a tattoo but if I would I would get these lyrics at the side of my ribcage:
Will you still be here tomorrow
Or will you leave in the dead of the night?
So your waves don't crush around me,
I am stying one step ahead of the tide.
Will you leave me lost in my shadows
Or will you pull me into your light?
Teach me how to be loved,
teach me how to be loved.
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