As truth's war still plummets I'm sick to my stomach for my rose I would leave My barren lonely star Sketch me a picture Use only your mind My imagination will make it turn out just right
I would give everything Gathered from worlds afar Sift through realities Figure it out One world to another Search the heart of man To die in the dreamland and never walk free again
The fact that you are alone So full of infertile grounds weak and oblivious Speaking without a sound The boy's soul plummets I'm sick to my stomach For my rose I would heal any scare Unlike me her wound stay open and bleed Left no choice head to the woods and fleeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
