This road, it’s deep, dark and cold. The wind is freezing my own breathe. This baron land has nothing left. How will I make it through the mess?
I can’t drive this empty road, without you in front of me.
Searching through the broken memories. The voices claiming my own death.
Emotionless towards the fact of love, desperate to clear my head. And all this loneliness fuels the flame. Reaching out, I call your name.
We’ve all seen this road before and we’re acting like we’re torn. Now I’m begging to believe and I’m begging to receive. Yes, I’m begging, I’m begging, I’m begging.
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