... And now I've come to conclusions that I'm empty well I thought I still had everything in me And all these distant faded memories of everything I
tears in bed then I wont hang around, no I wont hang around. And now I've come to conclusions that I'm empty, and I thought, I still had everything in
Translation: And Then I Turned Seven. Distant And Faded.
to tears in bed then I wont hang around, no I wont hang around. And now I've come to conclusions that I'm empty, and I thought, I still had everything
I become his prey? Do I have any choice? He kills without a thought, he murders all that's good . . . I know I can't refuse and yet, I wish I could . . .
