Left out in the cold The world has closed it's doors Time are so hard now No fun in life no more Looking back At the way it used to be The past is all I have now Hard times have hit me
I wish I could run Wish I could hide Forget all my problems Just curl up and die Out on the street Out on my own Facing the world alone
My eternal suffering A death sentence with no time Endless journey no escpe Destituion is my crime Why am I so helpless No feelings of life's worth A desperate need for salvation Is this life a curse
I wish I could run Wish I could hide Forget all my problems Just curl up and die Out on the street Out on my own Facing the world alone
Lack of baisc need Desire on-which to feed Desperation is my life In poverty I will dieTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
