Like the days Passed by
i start to complain
what did happen to my life
i dont care
cuz i don't share
it's my life at last
it's my blood in fact
I remember the air in my face
running through my wuthering hair
i remember that feeling
is that to feel alive?
i remember walking the roads
the music in my ears and in my oath
i remember your fragrance
notalgic moment of balance
and now i understand
you went far away with my life
give it back to me
In my body there is only blood,
but the blood is rotten without a heart
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