Withering tree, bearing no fruit Never will see an evergreen suit Reaching right out, out for the sun Broken old branches, fall one by one Into the arms
Wasted thoughts of you Desperate prayers to you Give me back my mind I'm empty inside What have I become? Everything's undone A candle burns here in your
Sone con muchas madrugadas, tenida la almohada de un rojo amanecer... Sone que no te despedias, diciendo poesias para no volver... Para no volver, Vendi
we wither and blow where the smoke goes closing my eyes to the sunlight withering tonight one thing is certain the rest is a lie one thing is certain
Near lifeless skin stretched Over a prone skeleton An image branded for all time Within my memory Pursuit began, seeking pleasure Delivered with a price
Whether, I'm a lover Wither, I'm a flower Whether, I'm a lover Wither, I'm a flower So city is my sister And country is your brother Learn to lose your
Writers: Doug Supernaw, Lonnie Atkinson Cold tile floors, a single bed The TV is her only company Out he door she sticks her head Thought she heard her
This is the sound of poisons The sickness no one knows No one is crying for us this time Our shapes are blurring Under miracles of snow Weave a circle
Well, it's a God given fact That you can't go back You can't go back It's a God given law That you're gonna lose your maw Yes, you're gonna lose your
Whither thou goest, I will go; Wherever thou lodgest, I will lodge: Thy people shall be my people ... Whither thou goest, I will go. (taken from the
easy to understand the burials and the reasons why as flies feast on the remenance enhanced corrosion of its soul-like vessel as we all wither zero concessions
[Lyrics: Albert Bell / Music: Forsaken] This resurrected withering pain Deafening my silence A haunting re-visited Weakening my resilience Maelstroms
Prijehavsi u Zagreb, zadovoljstva, svega rad na djevojku iz Hrvaca naletio sam tad. Strijele mocne ljubavi pomracile mi um dah usne vrele visnje nagonio
Nothing remains. Was there anything anyway? Why prolong the painful existence? Emptiness is not a reason for me to continue. How long until I end it all
Is it all just a shape A twist of fate, that leaves me open Will it all fade away From my life and leave me broken It's all just game As you left me
Withered be the flower Long past it's prime and bloom Forgotten on the stony bed This silent hillside tomb For coppered be the grip Of this wooded land
Find answers on the street In cracks between my feet But I can't see Try so hard in vain To wipe away the stain Of everyday pain And you never
where did summer go? left me to wonder when the bottle will tap out. and the sun will arise. i woke up yesterday with a hole in my chest...(yet i feel