La Tourmente
Bartosz Kuran
Here i'm sitting, eye inside the storm issuing
Waiting being patient for the rain to ruin
The wind is colder but to me it's just like home
You're now so far away, maybe I'm better off alone
What's the point in what i'm feeling
I been hurt so long i swear i'm never healing
It goes up it goes down, keeps repeating
I will feel better when i'm hanging from my ceiling
And i hate the way you treated me
I'm tired of all these fucking dreams
It's the never ending feeling of insanity
I'm just waiting now utill i can breathe
