|
Another live, has just gone to waste and it leaves such a bitter taste. she was born into an ugly world. Too much pain, for such a little girl Romany, she was'nt build to last, four month's of pain. Now she's already in the past, what did she gain, but pain tell me, what did she gain, but pain. Now she remains, in eternal bliss. Besides an angel with a tender kiss. In a world, where she no longer hurts. And where she flies, with many coloured birds.... |
|