Deucez
12-03-2004, 11:09 PM
My heart is like a dead rose,
My corspe lay in your hands,
The door has made a quick close,
I never stood a chance,
I'm going in a deep dose,
Into eternal rest,
I've taking many blows . . .
But this ones to my death.
My corspe lay in your hands,
The door has made a quick close,
I never stood a chance,
I'm going in a deep dose,
Into eternal rest,
I've taking many blows . . .
But this ones to my death.