What do you want from me, what is it you expect I have spoken my mind from deep inside my soul Behind the eyes is a place no one will be able to touch
Prijevod: Smrt. Ljubomora.
: What do you want from me, what is it you expect I have spoken my mind from deep inside my soul Behind the eyes is a place on one will be able to touch
You were a spoiled kid from a drugged out town You took a drag and it dragged you down No hope can save you now No one paid a mind to you Starved for