With Every Second
With each n every second a part of me goes down
With each and every breath a part hope is gone
I know that once that belonged to me will vanquish.
And in tranquility all will go
But I am not ready to accept
That belonged to me should belong to me even in vain.
Each and every dreaded day a part of me holds onto a part that's gone.
With each and every breath a part hope is gone
I know that once that belonged to me will vanquish.
And in tranquility all will go
But I am not ready to accept
That belonged to me should belong to me even in vain.
Each and every dreaded day a part of me holds onto a part that's gone.