Текст и слова песни The Old Dead Tree – Hey
What a waste, I feel empty,
Shamefaced, I am sorry.
I hate myself for being here
Trying to forget a pain
Coming from myself.
Can"t I wake up, get up, stand up?
What kind of man am I?
Give me time to gather my thoughts:
I want to collect myself!
But I think now, looking back,
That my life"s always been dark.
Shamefaced, I am sorry.
I hate myself for being here
Trying to forget a pain
Coming from myself.
Can"t I wake up, get up, stand up?
What kind of man am I?
Give me time to gather my thoughts:
I want to collect myself!
But I think now, looking back,
That my life"s always been dark.
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