There are dark days in witch i cry
dark day in witch i feel i die...
Voices
i can here voices...
I find my self alone
with nothing to be my own...
Happiness....
happiness is so hard to time...
Long road of roses.....
some black... others gray...
So here i lay...
alone in a dark room...
Sera la nostalgia
la gratitud al amor no cumplido...
La vida esta llena de ambiciones,
problemas y soluciones...
Estoy en este mundo
solo y decaido...
When all is fallen
you feel undone...
Becouse love and hate is nesacerie |
Without a start or beggining there is never an end or ending... |
Life is like a marbel.... |