To be, or not to be; that is the question, isn't...
To be alive, or dead; warm, or cold...
To be, or not to be; that is the question, isn't...
To be alive, or dead; warm, or cold...
Inside this torn reflection...
Like a key to resurrection...
It's your essence;
I'm still haunted...
Your love is like a tornado... it destroys everything in it's path.. yet leaves some standing. |