A keresés eredménye

The Day After You've Gone

Despair burns my body
I keep thinking about where you're? Who's with you...
Today is Monday
I haven't seen anyone the day after you've gone
 
Look I don't hold your hands in my arms
Sometimes I want you next to me again
Every part of me is a mess
If all I have and don't have, even my soul, will be taken away from me, I'll wait again.
 
My dreams has filled with despair, the sun hasn't touched my hands anymore
Look, everything in me has become jet-black
I always cry when I'm thinking about white
 
A deep silence envelops me inside
The lifeless air covers my every part
Today is Monday
I was so hurt the day after you've gone
 
Look I don't hold your hands in my arms
Sometimes I want you next to me again
Every part of me is a mess
If all I have and don't have, even my soul, will be taken away from me, I'll wait again.
 
My dreams has filled with despair, the sun hasn't touched my hands anymore
Look, everything in me has become jet-black
I always cry when I'm thinking about white
 
My dreams has filled with despair, the sun hasn't touched my hands anymore
Look, everything in me has become jet-black
I always cry when I'm thinking about white
 
 

This is my story

I waked up morning you are not at home
A pain on my left without you
I stayed breathless on nooks
I’m alone as if tired
Believe it’s not endless
It’s over, it gone, we watched the love
I thought that convenances was this
 
It’s written so or I falled such
While I’m alone now whose story this?
 
This is my story little bit wounded
Very much place of my heart is patchy
Blood flows from my wing
It’s falls to floor the my remaining piece
 
I wandered the home, you are not at home
A pain on my left without you
I stayed breathless on nooks
I’m alone as if tired
Believe it’s not endless
It’s over, it gone, we watched the love
I thought that convenances was this
 
It’s written so or I falled such
While I’m alone now whose story this?
This is my story little bit wounded
Very much place of my heart is patchy
Blood flows from my wing
It’s falls to floor the my remaining piece
 
Little bit wounded
Place of is patchy
Flows from my wing
My remaining piece
Patchy Patchy