Past Testo

Testo Past

every day it's getting tougher to take that torturing pain the sweet memories of the past lead me to the end knocked down by a game from the first day you watched me dyin' that's not me in the mirror, in the dark that's my end i know that's the end i miss my past and fear my end and i'll do so till the end i miss my past and taste the pain and i'll do so at the end day from day i decay faster you can't know how it feels sitting up in bed at night i'm too tired for a sleep this fear rips my heart apart but i don't know why i'm cryin' there's nothing left to do and i think i can't go on i know i can't go on