(Birdy - "Not about angels")
Now I need a better God.
The wicked one is all I’ve got.
Everyone I love are prey,
whom he took away.
My soul, he's fed
by, is dead,
empty…
Through the days
one wish stays
tempting,
so I –
just want to die (x2)
God is deaf or doesn’t care,
and no one listens to my prayer.
Peace is crashed just by my voice,
God has not left me a choice…
My soul, he's fed
by, is dead,
empty…
Through the days
one wish stays
tempting,
so I –
just want to die (x2)
My soul, he's fed
By, is dead,
Empty…
Through the days
one wish stays
tempting -
to die!..
Let me, please,
rest in peace
and cease (and cease)…
I need a better God
© Copyright: Максим Обрывко, 2014
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