IRC-Galleria

Knees are weak, hands are shaking, I can't breathe...

[Chorus]
So give me the drug,
Keep me alive,
Give me what's left of my life,
Don't let me go. whoa
Pull this plug,
Let me breathe,
On my own I'm finally free,
Don't let me go. woah


The trail of crumbs you left
somehow got lost along the way,
If you never meant to leave
Then you only had to stay.
But the memories that haunt us,
Are cherished just the same,
As the ones that bring us closer to the sky.

No matter how grey, yet I fall, through these clouds, reaching, screaming...