Seems like life has lost its spark. I'm too numb to have a heart. Another cynical remark, cry over chords and call it art. As it's often told, I'm too young to feel this old. Somewhere beyond our doctor's hold lie idle minds cognized to be sold. You say 'You don't make much sense anymore. Yet you wonder what I don't call for.' I don't make much sense anymore. Yet I wonder what you don't for.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
