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Geen reacties gevonden
A lyrical understanding of an up and close personality which treads another path as instrumentation portrays an eerily cold, dark direction, which in turn has been found to be both self-healing and rather frightening.
The days, they grow cold
Winter’s frost has come and it’s told
Never wanted to leave this way
The stay, hey hey
Way do I see a man who wants to be free
From the life, the pain the wound
The wound that bleeds
I’ve never wanted to, feel this way
The pain lurks inside my head
And it won’t no, no it just won’t go away
Why do I never show
Why do I never know
Why do I never see the pain inside
The fire inside
Why do I see a man that wants to be free
From the life the pain the wound
The wound that bleeds
Yes I’ve been there before
It bleeds, yes I’ve been there before, oh
