As the hours stretch out before me As the light fades out of my eyes I am reaching out for an answer But these hands still seem to be tied
Broken Bleeding Wounded Healing
I am trying to restore the balance I am trying to see other sides I am trying to walk through this forest That grows with each step left behind I must not let disorder control me I must define myself
Broken Bleeding Wounded Healing
No such thing as final failureTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
