She paints black pictures, her eyes filled with sorrow than she cries, The curtain falls. Raped by her life. Left alone in these never-ending night. Her restless times. Sad in these hours, These moments, she's walking down the hall. She begins to smile... She's going wild, oh she had a knife. She's going wild, she's not satisfied. Black dressed appearing, a life without feeling. No thoughts, no love inside. Despairing and dreaming, amazed by a bitter taste of joy, her bloody toy. She cuts again, thens she's leaving with a trial of blood the hall and begins to cry. All she want is to be loved. Tonight she goes too far. She's gone without a trace and now the curtains close again. She's going so wild.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
