Natasha Bolling - Leave Me

Should I pass out, leave me here lay.
I don't want to wake to another day.
Through these veins the blood runs cold, all that is left from a love of old.
Sober me not to life's clear path, leave me here for Death's dark wrath.

Natasha Bolling

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