Texty: Daly's Gone Wrong. And The Heartless Will Mean Nothing.

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There's nothing wrong with a little heart on the sleeve.
I'll hold this till eternity
But you destroy the canvas that make's you beautiful

Side to angels wings we'll fight them till death
Shoot the messenger and kill the sender
Now understand how high I hold you
It's times , just looking around standing tall and falling down
Searching the soul that I found

I never thought it be like this.

I taste the tears upon your face
a sorrow that you can't erase
I'll never pull the trigger
Never forget about the dreams I chase

I never thought it be like this

Some will fight, some will leave, some will bleed to believe
That it all means something not nothing in confronting all the times ahead
I'd rather be dead then forget about the things we said
This pledge my friend I'll hold to the end,
This is all I ever meant

I never thought it be like this

Remember to go on and stand for everything that I couldn't
There's nothing wrong with a little heart on the sleeve.
I'll hold this until eternity
None will take this from me,

It bleeds upon my arm to show
But you destroy the canvas, that makes you beautiful