left for him to despise... Blissfully feeling so dead, no glimmer in his eyes So no more joy or forgiving, he's one with misery Nothing left to believe
world left for him to despise' Blissfully feeling so dead, no glimmer in his eyes So no more joy or forgiving, he's one with misery Nothing left to believe
Tulkojums: Notiesātā. Viens ar posts.
