You cannot and will not treat me as if i am nothing. |
There are cold crimson cries |
Destiny is calling me, Open up my eager eyes |
Do me a favor, just pull the trigor |
Now that I know, that I have lost him for good, My life has the meaning of nothing. My existance is that of a image, lost in my own morality. |
Just take my hand |
..As were walking holding hands |
Will learn to move on, and open my eyes, |
For every taken life, is another angel above, watching over us |
Loving With Out Love, |