I would feel more sense
if I could sense what I could have.
I ceased to hope because I understood:
The loneliest place in hell is mine.
Life clings to me like a disease -
I don't fear death but to be the first to walk again.
There is nothing here for me.
There is nothing left to feel.
if I could sense what I could have.
I ceased to hope because I understood:
The loneliest place in hell is mine.
Life clings to me like a disease -
I don't fear death but to be the first to walk again.
There is nothing here for me.
There is nothing left to feel.