My heart bleeds,
Not metaphorically,
This is destruction of ones self.
A constant struggle,
To stand on my own two feet.
A constant struggle,
To stand on my own two feet.
I can't sleep I can't dream,
I can't feel anything.
I can't sleep I can't dream,
I can't feel anything.
MALICIOUS!
MALICIOUS!
My time has come this is my curtain call.
I will fail you, I will fall,
I will fail you, I will fall,
I will fail you, I will fall,
I will fail you, I will fall,
I will fail you, I will fall.
Artist: Foreigner
Artist: A Perfect Murder
Artist: Poets Of The Fall