Scars from dark blue roses Feeling of loss of soul Scars from dark blue roses Sorry, I have hastened I feel a cold in your conversation Feeling of loss of losses
Give me your heart Give me your thoughts
Roots have sprouted on veins They are impregnated by poison The sight became in a fog Really it? Really? I feel a cold in your conversation Feeling of loss of losses
Sorry , I can`t forget when You fleew away from my life