my perfect loud voise (is)inside your head. our wrong unlycky choise will never spread. We try to find (a) new door close enough, don't find, start searching for another path.
S.: but do it easy, do it easy the hurt inside. You have a part of me just one side...black(is black)...
you just a falling angel. Get out of my sight. I'll be your slayer and i won't be so kind. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . but i feel this pain anyway ''''(but anyway i feel this pain)'''' i'm not okey, i'm not okey it's just a normal day it's just a normal day.