Here we go again
True love had turned
into flames,the little snow
falls like rain.
My brains are falling
into a deep drain, A long
breath i would take.
My plans and intentions doesn't
matter, like telling a little girl about
Life.
All what matters is money and
Lies, she only believes In love when
There's money.
Peopl are crying, Yes trying to
save those innocent souls.
Our loved ones are falling
in a deep hole, the zone of
fears and pain.
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