5 acessos
You hear them talk
Inside yourself
Each of your steps brings the end nearer
Burning eyes
Face is a picture
Your dreams belong to the past and the same again
Dipping tired in the pale expression in the nightmare of the daily routine
You don't enjoy a rising day thus you look forward to the night
And again great pains were taken in vain
Made your touch send a chill down my spine
Made your words send a chill down my spine
You mark the days off in a calendar screaming loudly:
"I will change everything!"