self-destructing first-class loser with a second-rate life down to nothing locked away in hiding won't set it right held tightly - a cradle of tension so tightly - in fetal position exhausted - a hollow condition so lonely, so lonely you know that they're all wanting something a losers' game but no one said it was fair too much to deal with too much to keep from screaming screams that never reach the ears of one who'd care overload inside the mind of an infant lying helpless just a victim of luck mass confusion floods the soul in an instant drunk with hatred and won't get the hell upTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
