Life…There’s no life… in this heart no more
It turned to stone...
Broken glass like a bed of grass
For I will bleed alone
Crowned in thorns
We… could share…The emptiness …
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Why...There’s no why… for this life of mourn
This mean less roam
Take my hand … and understand
We meant to walk along
The path of songs
We… could share…The loneliness …
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And the pain remain
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