Sunday Am
The RMS
what an earth can make me clean, make me real again? i feel so cold, i feel so sad that i could die and this deadly silence is so real, one word and i`ll be gone my god, please give me the strenght to hold on
what an earth can make me clean, make me real again? i feel so cold, i feel so sad that i could die and this deadly silence is so real, one word and i`ll be gone my god, please give me the strenght to hold on