Breath
Tja, en liten text ja skrivit, är inte så bra på detta. så säg vad i tycker:)
The lust for life is gone, the light in my eyes is dead
all the bad things now my life is on a thin thread
I try to start over but I get knocked down in round one
I wish I could puke up all the bad things in my life, so that it´d be gone
Trying everyday to make the light shine
hoping that someday, the whole world will be mine
But now im short of breath, Heavy weight is on my chest
crying is all i'm doing now, it's what i do best
So I just sit here in my room, and wait for the dark
cause that is a small moment that is my mark