are my screams just a whisper
Busy people going nowhere see me soak
in the rain
No compassion, nothing matters,
my resistence is waning
Like a flower in the basement waiting for
a lonely death
are my screams just a whisper
Busy people going nowhere see me soak
in the rain
No compassion, nothing matters,
my resistence is waning
Like a flower in the basement waiting for
a lonely death