Oh why in my own deep soul
For years, i carry my death..
Why are my words so poor,
Oh why is my eye so dead?
Why is my mind depleted
And life in such a way,
And you.. being the one
That makes it all so grey?
Oh why in my own deep soul
For years, i carry my death..
Why are my words so poor,
Oh why is my eye so dead?
Why is my mind depleted
And life in such a way,
And you.. being the one
That makes it all so grey?
