My heart has wings made out of paper. I fly knifing stories you breathe as dust. You catches me in the metaphors, that goes unnoticed, and I leave my skin off to let you drape your thoughts with my fragrance. (Read Caption) My heart has wings made out of paper. I fly knifing stories you breathe as dust. You catches me in the metaphors, that goes unnoticed, and I leave my skin off
