When the rain really starts
It stings the wounds of my heart

I have forsaken you now
Yes, you and every other soul I knew
Except one or two
They were rather close to me than you

I have burried them all
The places where I once stood tall

I'll scumb to my injuries
here real soon
You who been carving
your footsteps in gold
You who has been building
Sanatorium's free for all
The places where I once stood tall


Nick Kler

Nick Kler

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