7 acessos
You're feeding my mind
But i won't let you in
My world has changed
From an insight into a dream
It’s a matter of speaking
But my thoughts
Become frozen in time
Remember my forgotten past
But i'm the last of my kind
Here i sit alone
In a temple made of stone
Face to face i’m here to dwell
I take myself out of this hell
I would pay whatever
To make things right
But it's only a few words to say
But i'm driven by the demons inside
Chronic depression grabs hold of me
But i won't let these demons win
I will set myself free