May 2013
I run to the more
The winds are flying high caring
Me away
The birds are screaming
In the torrent of fear
They don't see the Angels
As they see me pass by
They don't know
I wanted to
Die.
The winds are flying high caring
Me away
The birds are screaming
In the torrent of fear
They don't see the Angels
As they see me pass by
They don't know
I wanted to
Die.
