8 acessos
My dreams ink printed on white paper
No one wants to hear, read, sing
Beside these buried coffins. i'm alone
Alone like all of them
And i'm running
And i'm keeping a secret they all want to know
Beside these buried coffins, i'm alone
Alone like all of them
And i'm running
Somewhere
I'm leaving this hell
I can't be stuck in here any longer
Someone better pull me out
I think i committed a crime
For a day or two
And i thank god i committed a crime..