Why was I born, why am I livin'?. What do I get, what am I givin'?. Why do I want a thing I daren't hope for?. What can I hope for? I wish I knew. Why do I try to draw you near me?. Why do I do I cry?
Why was I born, why am I livin'?. What do I get, what am I givin'?. Why do I want a thing I daren't hope for?. What can I hope for? I wish I knew. Why do I try to draw you near me?. Why do I do I cry?
He was a stranger to himself,. A spy in his own camp,. And his money was his health,. All thrown to the dust by his very own hand. . Yet his beauty lingered still,. Beyond the draining of the sa
He was a stranger to himself,. A spy in his own camp,. And his money was his health,. All thrown to the dust by his very own hand. . Yet his beauty lingered still,. Beyond the draining of the sa
