Paroles:
August Burns Red Too Late For Roses

to stop them And having no power to stop them To stop them For nothing, for nothing For nothing, for nothing For nothing, for nothing For nothing, for

Traduction: Août Burns Red. Too Late For Roses.

like clouds. New shapes are taken, but they're not always actual, they're never tangible. It's so brutal to see someone give it all up for nothing, and