Dead Like A Stone..
A Withered Rose...
A Weak Soul...
A Broken Bones...
Fragments In The Middle Of The Crowd...
Do You Know The Feeling I'm Telling About...
When A Peace Of Mind Can Never Be Found?
I Ran Too Close To The Sun...
I Flied Too High...
The Threshold Of Life Is Too Fragile...
I'm Fragmented And Lost...
My Blood Still Runs...
But It Feels Too Cold...
Should I Give Up, Give Up, And Give Up?
Should I Be Gone?
Burning Fast From Both Ends...
The Racking Hours Come Again And Again...
Fragile That's All I Am...
Hey! Was I Born To Suffer?
Did I Ask To Be Born at All?
Life Is Ripping My Heart Out!
Chi Mi Sono..?
- Andriy Syukri Krevalichenko
- Addicted To Hate I Take More Everyday..The Smile On Your Face Fades..And Horror Takes Its Place..
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