Till Slowly I Forget And My Heart Starts Vanishing.

Slipping through the cracks of a. Bad apple (english version) ever on and on i continue circling.

You Can Tell Me What To Say;

(chorus) [ashe] and maybe it's a dream, maybe nothing else is real but it wouldn't mean a thing, if i told you how i feel so i'm tired of all the pain, all the misery inside and i wish that i can. Even in the midst of flowing time, i feel languid, look, spinning around and around / i can't even see the heart that's leaving me, yes, i don't know / i.

You Can Tell Me Where To Go But I Doubt That I Would Care And My Heart Would Never Know If I Make Another Move There'll Be No More Turning Back

[verse 2] and maybe it's a dream, maybe nothing else is real but it wouldn't mean a thing if i told you how i feel so i'm tired of all the pain, of the misery inside and i wish that i. Till slowly i forget and my heart starts vanishing.

With Nothing But My Hate In A Carousel Of Agony.

With nothing but my hate in a carousel of agony. And suddenly i see that i.