Everything hurts
I wish I was away
From all this sickness
All this pain
I would walk across the sand
And feel you at the end of my hand
To hear the sadest hope
The slightest wimper
You ever brought on to me
I wish to go into a acoma
To be in my own world
Dead with out the Drama
but still a breath of fresh air
From all this sickness
All this pain
I would walk across the sand
And feel you at the end of my hand
To hear the sadest hope
The slightest wimper
You ever brought on to me
I wish to go into a acoma
To be in my own world
Dead with out the Drama
but still a breath of fresh air