When it rains, the birds were hiding behind the leaves, I see the window of the room, looking at my wall clock ticking in the cold, when it's just me and the lonely, and miss me fever.
What are you doing in there? do you remember me? the rain and our memories that never stops gnawing my head like a cancer, and my hair, and my age, and the birds remained in hiding, after the rain stopped, I do not know, somewhere else it will fly, the unseen and unheard.
What are you doing in there? do you remember me? the rain and our memories that never stops gnawing my head like a cancer, and my hair, and my age, and the birds remained in hiding, after the rain stopped, I do not know, somewhere else it will fly, the unseen and unheard.
