Southell - Drowned
One step to an open window
My skin feels the cold air.
Where can i go?
Far from this world
A man disappointed by life
The truth is a poisoned sharp knife
Where can i go?
I can?t pretend i feel no pain
This inner torture is all i gain
My plan was doomed to failure, and i?m sure
All i can do?ll never heal this sore
Lost my friendships
Can?t change the things
Wasting my head
Drowned in my troubles?.
So now i?m in front of this window
A line between future and past
Two figures lost, they don?t tally no more
Lies pollution is wasting my head
?.drowned in my troubles again.
Letras Southell