by exenya Nov 8, 2012
category :
Life, society /
meaning of life
You're losing me day by day. Night, morning, day. Going, going, gone! Sold to a world, that's wicked like the devil himself. You're losing me. HELP! I reach out my hand, you're losing me. Going, going, gone! I'm sold to the cold winter night's and the hot summer days. You're losing me. And I'm screaming to be found... |