sometimes I don't know do I make the right choice
'cause in my head is whispering strange voice
In front of my eyes are two bowls
I hear how one of them coldly howls
I hear how one of them beautifully sings
Invisible blood flows my shoulders
my heart weighs mound of boulders
Forever I'm sitting in front of these two bowls
pain of my heavy burden roaching my feelings
I've learned to keep quiet
without showing my pain
but now it seems..
..that I need help
Who encouraged me to drink this delicious bowl?
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