She`
She`
Ziyaretçi
Ziyaretçi
The wake up means walking on the edge
Wrong desicions running through my veinsé
Immortal sorrow scars on my soul
Rejected and trapped in myself
Black velvet was the gift of the time
Nothing left to loose
Nothing to believe hands tied feet chained
Hidind behind shadows of anger
To wake up means walking on the edge
But I often feel that misery
Is the most important part of being happy
Wrong desicions running through my veinsé
Immortal sorrow scars on my soul
Rejected and trapped in myself
Black velvet was the gift of the time
Nothing left to loose
Nothing to believe hands tied feet chained
Hidind behind shadows of anger
To wake up means walking on the edge
But I often feel that misery
Is the most important part of being happy