I huvet på hon som kallas she..
I gave my self some time this night, sat down and critized my way.
The dark was born when i could see that love is not inside of me.
Dont tell me Im the only one, Im dead of what this life have done.
Cant handle the pain, this life is so hollow.
And I cant make the rain to drown my own sorrow.
And I cant stand this life when you are my poison.
Im cut by a knife of your devotion!
Skrivet av mmiiaa, 2009-11-27 09:24