IRC-Galleria

Make it stop, make this pounding in my head stop
fill my lungs with air, give me one more day to make his dreams come true
he understands right? that I'm not coming back...
he understands right? that I'm not coming back...
make it stop, make the pounding stop
I'm not coming back, I'm not coming back, I'm not coming back...
I don't know what happened... who would have thought my life would end up like this?
I didn't mean to hurt him, not hurt him like this... I can't feel my legs
I can't feel my legs and I can't even cry... how could somebody die like this?

'Cause this hate is fucking real..