B.P.D.
Patrick Ard
The days pass by
Long since you left
Her worlds long gone
She prays for death
You begged for help
On deafened ears
Can't even look your way
How will my soul survive
The weight of this world
Has got me down again
It's killed
What's left inside
Birth Pain Death
Birth Pain Death
Gambled your life
with the roll of the dice
This guilt inside
Cuts through like a knife
Gambled your life
with the roll of the dice
This guilt inside
Cuts through like a knife
