This Candice Accola foto contains
portret, headshot, and close-up.
There might also be
aantrekkelijkheid, beroep, hotness, huid, huidskleur, naakt gekleurd, gedeeltelijke naaktheid, impliciete nudity, kleurverbetering, naakt gekleurde, and impliciet naaktheid.
Pretty faces everywhere On magazines and in mid-air Maybe I don’t dye my hair Or strip it down, that’s not who I am
Fixation, manipulation That’s not my motivation Why give it all away?
What have i? What have I been through? Have I laughed? Have I cried like you? Am I fake? Am I fake of true? Who’s to say now? Stop, don’t go Lead, don’t follow Here today and gone tomorrow I’ve still got something to say
Everybody’s got a story Is it power of just glory What they mean is – adore me Rip it up, that’s not what I want
Each thrill and new sensation Way too much information Why give it all away?
The sun is creeping up my wall But it can’t brighten up what is covered in dirt Words were thrown around like stones Why doe sit feel so good to hit where it hurts I never felt so low but I’m not ready to let go
I don’t know how it’s gonna be The days keep crashing in on me Now that you’re done I wondered where u are tonight All it took was just one fight It all went wrong Yesterday is gone
I know time can’t take it back He zei she zei we fell into those games Soldiers ready to attack Flying a white flag, I am taking the blame You can run but I know you’re not ready to let go