Cold deciet paints this portrait of life, consuming darkness inside his mind. No release, his emotions collide. He needs some passion inside, some sort of intricate design.
He said just let me die here, my will is gone.
This life's been far too tragic, for far too long.
He said just let me die here, this is the path I choose.
Let me stay.
How could I look my friend in the eye, without insisting to lend a hand. Falling short, all my words seem to lack the power to force a change. He says there is no turning back.
He said just let me die here, my will is gone.
This life's been far too tragic, for far too long.
He said just let me die here, this is the path I choose.
Let me stay.