2 acessos
I grew up not knowing, crowing through the burning days,
time wasted in searching, lurching through the lonely ways.
Who can I blame?
What is this game?
Where can I hide the other side of me?
I'll stop all this talking when I have nothing more to say.
Tell me what's on my mind?
Or why should I care to stay?
I wander in circles, wondering where
the quick and clean ocean ends unbroken, spoken like a waking dream.
Who can I blame?
What is this game?
Where can I hide the other side of me?