The voice shreds the mind,
Logic I can no longer be find.
The soul cries for care
But that would be far too fair,
For I am too weak and too bad
To be anything but deeply sad.
The voice shreds the mind,
Logic I can no longer be find.
The soul cries for care
But that would be far too fair,
For I am too weak and too bad
To be anything but deeply sad.