the question is why
Into the twilight hours, one sits,
and ponders, over there mistakes.
A life so full of memories,
its like traveling a maze, for pete-sakes.
nothing but pain, is all that we see
as it is always felt, all the way 2 the end.
As life is only, but t of time.
where unfortunately there is no escape, with...
and ponders, over there mistakes.
A life so full of memories,
its like traveling a maze, for pete-sakes.
nothing but pain, is all that we see
as it is always felt, all the way 2 the end.
As life is only, but t of time.
where unfortunately there is no escape, with...