Paroles:
Dying Regret

The author of the wrong And I said what I said and I meant it But now I regret it How could the world have turned so ugly I am dying Could you touch

no regret Oh yes Those crazy years, that was the time Of the flower-power But underneath we had a fear of flying Of getting old, a fear of slowly dying

your perfume Should have called When I left you were crying Is it too late to apologise From talking to fighting, admitting, denying To finally saying goodbye Now I regret

. The townspeople wanted to crush that kid down and string him up by the neck. Well, the marshal, now he beat that kid to a bloody pulp as the dying

actions the ways or love ? by the concept lust have create enough embrace their trust may no fuss but dream had to be day by day i noticed the pain increased ? in the dying

I can leave the shadows!) (The last one has to survive!) YAWW! WOW -RIGHT! With my light shining bright I got my way, to regret ?? (just my hearts)?? ! With my last dying

strangers when we meet Blank screen TV Preening ourselves in the snow Forget my name But I'm over you Blended sunrise And it's a dying world Humming

I tried to kill the pain but only brought more i lay dying and i'm pouring crimson regret and betrayal i'm dying, praying, bleeding and screaming am i

are confusing me Falling in disgrace, I don't want to go now And I am facing them, it seems they recognize me It's too late for regrets They're growing