Не завидуй славе грешника, ибо не знаешь, какой будет конец его. (Сир. IX, 14)
Мало сил и надежды.


Come here and live my life
as if it's yours my friend
I know it's hard
so hard to understand
And yet let me beg you
I am tired and weak
Let go of my hand
I feel no regret


@темы: :Music is the soul of language::, :Summertime Sadness::