Trikkantolala, Just testing another language. Postade denna för ett par månader sen, fick knapp respons på den. Here it is again, något omgjord. He's alive but you see the fading soul in his eyes Whether he'll survive or not is just a roll off the dice She left a hole in his life, walking out that door Without her care he started falling down that morn Tremendous preasure, she was a delicious treasure, but became a victim of his malicious pleasure The regrets he gets is not of this world Whants to take back a lot of his words But the words were said and the hurt were done Gone are the days when he were the one He's not healing, staring apathetic at the ceiling He's grieving, needing a pathetic little feeling A pathetic little feeling he felt called joy But now he's all coy feeling like a small boy Stone cold, he's now wrapped in to his cocoon Banning sunlight, craving for the blue moon