21 acessos
bitter cold was the noght
but the coldest of frost was inside
now i see the tears within your eyes
for you know on this night you will die
all i think of now is suicide
for there is no place to run, no place to hide
there is no escaping from my mind
in the solitude of death i now confide
you must remember
that you will die
like a fallen angel
down from the sky
you were so pure
of heart and mind
now you're dead
i did not cry