I can't tell you what it really is
I can only tell you what it feels like.
And right now there's a steel knife in my windpipe.
I can't breathe but I still fight while I can fight.
As long as the wrong feels right it's like I'm in flight.
I am a broken man now.
So cold and bleeding now.
Pray that ash turn the worry soon.
Let us see where things go.
I just want to say
Don't let you be son of bitch.
I am waiting you to answer. |