This is my hand It will turn away I can move it Blood gushing.
This is my heart It will drip away I can feel it Blood gushing.
As a young child I made silhouettes Touching pitch black Blood gushing.
Mother beside me Sleeping silently I could hear her Blood gushing.
I used to think Nothing would end I used to think Nothing would end.
Well help me Please. Insufferable end. Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |