Suffer
by Mean Season· from Grace
It always damned me what I chosse and left to... be. And I wish I could only losse it, when I chosse it. But I’m not free... I’m not free.
Caught beetwen in where I left to die. Caught behind in where I left to die. Caught behind in where I wish to die with you.
Out my throat we can drawn in blood. THE MEMORY AND I STILL SUFFER IN LOVE. From wich I gate to you.
Suffer...
I’ll Sufferin, and I’ll suffering...
Alive for your memory, but I will never go back to save you.
I’ll only, I’ll only... suffering.