Hurt, destroyed and torn... there's nothing left
Happy days
Withered weed in a base
Old wooden table
Remembers
The days of fame
Cold is the way
Paying with pain
Like thousands
Of useless coins
That rings in my pocket
Morning rises
And i dream to have ability
To keep my eyes closed
Just when sun stops
Hating all my dark dreams
Old wooden table
Remembers
The days of fame
Cold is the way
Paying with pain
Like thousands
Of useless coins
That rings in my pocket
Morning rises
And i dream to have ability
To keep my eyes closed
Just when sun stops
Hating all my dark dreams
Withered weeds in a base
I remember those days
When the smell of fresh flowers
Was you hair
Those moments
All to give back
With tears and destruction
Of a flesh
I smell the evening
Feeling cutting through me
As the red light on
The horizon...
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