Тексты песен Mourning September

Hospital beds come to quickly these days. I saw her just lay there fighting for her last look at love. All she wanted was to see beauty in her existence. She never knew. Death came like a thief to bre

Here once again, what can i do with this, in my heart once agian? Why would I do this, without your hand in mine, without time? When I feel nothing, when my head spins from the damage. When I feel not