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...something poor...
Thanks to you...
I'm so insecure and incomprehensible
Trying to find meaning of life
Looking for a new better day
Praying to all gods and saints...
On the bed of dead brown moos
I was sleeping for centuries
Ghost of past trying to catch me
But I'll run till the end of time...
I'm screming your name now
To help me to defeat my pain
But you don't hear my cry for help
I'm dying now thanks to you...
Post je objavljen 17.06.2007. u 12:36 sati.