In the dead of the winter I'm just looking for an answer I'm lost and alone in brumal fields All surrounded by frozen shields They are a bield for abasing words They say that actions speak louder than those words But those words can hurt just as worse
Because they were frore And bittersweet Just like the snow dripping off my feet The deepest hole, I drift off in the cold And I ask myself Where did it all go wrong?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
