7 acessos
It's without face
Great at leave
Didn't leave any trace
I'm gonna find my way
?
Your sorrow may be ?
This gravity that grows
Taking hold of me
Going in flames,
Stubbornly
Jealous as ?
Sick of it all
There's a new life ahead
I'm gonna find my way
?
Your sorrow may be ?
This gravity that grows
Taking hold of me
Leaving here when all
Of the distances, I come alive