Lonely streets fill up with people
But to me those streets
Are still empty
This city has changed
The magic is gone
Spirit of this place has died
And my apartment,
Which I once called "home",
Isn´t a place I can live in
Cause my home is where my heart is
These streats became strange to me
I´m lost in here
Everything is washed white
Blew far away
Except sorrow from my soul
Rain washes clours off me
And my red blood turns concrete-grey
Yay I really liked the ending:
ReplyDelete"Rain washes clours off me
And my red blood turns concrete-grey"
Sounds so deep :) Well done!