3 acessos
You just about killed me
And I just about died
Stricken, forsaken, abandoned
I left what I was
Walking, talking, sleeping
I'm just about dead
The chairs are all empty
I've stopped looking for the way
Something is missing
I can't find my heart
I left it in a memory that I knew
What's that beating
What's moving around
It's not important that I know
The formation, the structure, the counting is done
The automatic motions proceed
The strong will continue to evolve
Along the way I won't trade life
I'll break it and throw it away
And then you'll tell me it's time to go
And like the last time I'll leave what I was
Just about killed and dead