I just started crying. There was a thought in my head. I just started crying before knowing why.

Yesterday could have been different: yesterday was last year. But yesterday was no different: I'm still sliding today.

I'll fight my way through the snow. I'll fight my way and let no one know. I'll fight my way through the ice. I'll fight my way to see your eyes. I'll fight my way through the snow. I'd rather do it all alone. I'll fight my way through the ice. I gotta make it right.

Have to tell you one thing: I've got a device in my brain. Late at night and the morning after it makes me feel this way.

It's a hurting machine.

Haluaisitko kommentoida? Rekisteröidy käyttäjäksi tai kirjaudu sisään

Kirjaudu