Enslaved In The Mind For Longing Days Miserable Is The Slowly Ticking Time Alone At Points When Needing Help Dragging Everything Deeper Down A Little Life Left To Slip Through Fingers Upon The Ground Bending Down To Pick It Up, Nothing Left, Blown Away Sympathy Not There For The Sickness Complaining Of The Saddened Times Desolate Urges Only For Surviving The Ways Of Life Untimely Change An Attempt To Upstand All To Only Downgrate The Self Pushing Self-Esteem Lower In The Dirt Decaying Soil, Unalert Life A Day Older For Dying Inside Blame Everyone But Yourself Help Being Tired, No Acceptance Ending Your Life Would Be The Best Enslaved In The Mind For Days Miserable Is The Time All Alone At Points When Needing Help Dragging Everything Down Sympathy Not There Complaining Of The Saddened Times Desolate Urges Only For The Ways Of Untimely Change Numbered Are The Days, Same As The Slow Moving Hands Of Time Longing Hours Of Sense Trapping The Self Into Misery Line Your Head With The Loaded Drug Content To Live The Silver Red Weak And Utterly Stupid Accusations Not A Single Voice There To Help This Time Care For The Pathetic Bitching Of Worries Exist Time Has Come To Let This Senseless Waste Pass Care For Pathetic Worries Will Never Exist Not A Single Voice There To Help This Time Weak And Utterly Stupid Accusations Of Discomfort Pathetic BitchTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
