Lyrics
Midnight Slaughter :
Love, if it means a thing
Live, if it's woth being
Breath, get older
Your body gets tired
Even if you enjoy life
It's a slow suicide
Undetstand them, when it's over
We judge them as fools
But the day, from nine to node
they will reach their goal
They have face in what they do
Only mad men can feel it too
I will still here
If someone's care
And if I, go if I go
It's by despair
I'm fed up, I'm tired
They may be right
I fell sleepy, I'm out of tracks
I'd better take a rest
True Friends rarely show
True friends often go
Have enough fingers
Enough to spot them all
why do they hide to cry ?
As we share we should, confide
Does she see me
At least half I see her
Even less would reconciliate
Reconciliate me with life
So many nights
So many doubts
What will I do
So many nights
What will I do
so many doubts
So many doubts
Hopes
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