Dec 2015
Down, down, down the deep,
As i cry and weep.
But nothing could mend this,
Heart, that beats so old and weary.
The knife, a dreadful sharp,
Creeps into my lonesome heart.
As i cry and weep.
But nothing could mend this,
Heart, that beats so old and weary.
The knife, a dreadful sharp,
Creeps into my lonesome heart.
