I haven't found the words for your memory I feel like I live my life desensitized to the tragedy
No difference between living and mourning Only the dead are rewarded with reprieve
Grief is a cycle, always coming back around Like the bitter frost of winter hardening the barren ground My heart is cold and stiff, just like your corpse If I sent it into the crematorium with you Maybe I would feel what it is I need toTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.