Isn't it strange, how I can hear you now They never hear your screams no matter how loud they are But all your sins are gone and all your pain is over And we are both in trouble now, damned to this hell forever
Isn't it strange how I can still hear you I'm just like you I don't want to be here in this nightmare without you You are the one who showed me it wasn't real Now that you're gone, I'm really gone too
And I wish they all could see Depression's the symptom it's not the disease It's closing in on me like the millions who begged to be free Isn't it strange
Where is the old man to calm me and keep me from my pain He's always there searching for a way to help you Make you stronger, so he says, or to tear you down He's a killer, he's a fugitive, he's a liar, in cover of the night They call him Mr. Suicide, grab his hand he'll take you on the ultimate ride Mr. Suicide, grab his hand he'll take you on the ultimate fucking ride
Isn't it strangeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
