You never cried, you never froze And yet how well your garden grows You reap the fruits another sows: I guess that works out well for you. Suffering has served you well - It's common but it somehow sells So sing your little songs of hell and sell. Hollow hopes and empty dreams And blind pursuit of worthless schemes That's all there is to life, it seems, unless you prove me wrong - please do! Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
