The RMS
Sunday Am
what an earth can make me clean,
make me real again?
i feel so cold,
i feel so sad that i could die
and this deadly silence is so real,
one word and i`ll be gone
my god,
please give me the strenght to hold on
what an earth can make me clean,
make me real again?
i feel so cold,
i feel so sad that i could die
and this deadly silence is so real,
one word and i`ll be gone
my god,
please give me the strenght to hold on