Hurt
...I wear this crown of thorns
upon my liar's chair
full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair...
...What have I become?
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know
Goes away in the end...
pensamientos, locuras y gritos desesperados...
...I wear this crown of thorns
upon my liar's chair
full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair...
...What have I become?
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know
Goes away in the end...