I used to feel... <br />I used to sense what were <br />Inside of me <br />To feel waves of difference <br />Waves which brought me to live <br />I enjoyed this life in me <br />Breathing and feeling <br />Burning and suffocating <br />Didn't curse the hour <br />Which gave birth to me <br />Didn't curse another life <br />When bearing death inside <br /><br />Now all things I do bear <br />Are all gone and free <br />This, myself... <br />Now fleeing around death <br />Cursing the hour <br />And another life... <br />Which whom I used to care <br />Now... <br />Watching myself <br />My own life <br />Fading to afar... <br />Listening these voices <br />And trying to tell them <br />That I will soon be gone <br /><br />(For me... what did you really gave... life...) <br /><br />Shape of Despair -> <a class="link" rel="nofollow" href="http://www.shapeofdespair.com/">http://www.shapeofdespair.com/</a>
