Contactez-nous

• Artiste: Brokencyde
• Titre: Lacuna...
Assurez-vous que les corrections sont tout à fait exactes
S'il vous plaît, les mettez en évidence en quelque sorte!
Vous pouvez, par exemple, écrire
INCORRECT: avant la mauvaise ligne
CORRECT: avant la correspondant ligne correcte
Autrement, nous ne pouvons les corriger pas! Merci pour votre aide.
Trapped inside of his head He can never look back at the word that she said Cigarette breath caresses eight letters of death And the stress is a task to the things that she left And everyday it's his feeling that drive him schitzofrentic Only thinking of killing, not anyone else but himself And that's the why that she left him Pacing back and forth in his head answering questions Pain, the only thing he has left is his pain His feelings inside have never felt insane Until the blood drips from his veins All can feel his pain And I can see you now, you don't love me now I feel my heart beat now, it's killing me And I have tried to die, it never worked out in the end But it kills me knowing that you could take away this pain Now reading the letter last minute she cared for him But he deserved way better, said fuck it Pulled out the knife and started to slice All feelings of being sad were lost when he stopped his life And he can feel it again His suicide effected everyone by killing his friends Memories of past memories made him insane And made him do the things he regretted at the end of the day Pain, the only thing he has left is his pain His feelings inside have never felt insane Until the blood drips from his veins All can feel his pain And the blood drips from his veins And the blood drips from his veins And I can see you now, you don't love me now I feel my heart beat now, it's killing me And I have tried to die, it never worked out in the end But it kills me knowing that you could take away this pain I can't take this fucking pain (Thanks to Sydney for these lyrics)