The colour of my life is grey
As colour of the sky today;
It's getting bitter day by day.
I feel abandoned and depressed;
Like hundred knives pain tears my chest;
I tried to leave it, did my best.
It's my life.
Inside of me.
Sometimes I don't believe
That it's my life,
I miss your voice,
Dying, but that's my choice.
Forever yours, forever mine,
Love is divided, deaf and blind;
It's slowly dying, slashed by time.
And even angels come undone,
'Cause everything I do is harm;
And nothing's better than the gun...