No one to follow. Nobody to care. I'll leave tomorrow. From my dying bed. I need you to hear my call. Silent weep. Dying moan. Change me. And fill the end with life. To catch we when I fall
ti. ar. al. DYING INSIDE. The Cranberries. BY D. V. Terrible thing. it WAS a terrible thing. To see her dying. It was a terrible thing. It was a terrible thing. to see her dying, inside. to see her
Out of the night comes a timeless thing. Calm in simplicity. Whisper soft a seductive voice. Meant for the human ear. Down, down, down, I'm gonna take you down. That's when the dying calls If I
Chosen thing, I have become. Broken stave, and overrun. In my dying time my wounds shall all be healed. Servant to, what's offering,. The poisoned ground, I've fallen in. In my dying time
