Mournful
You pray up from the da
when you were bor
I should guide your wa
when your heart is torn apar
you ask for my advic
when your heart is torm apar
you feel like little gray mic
in front of m
Ref.
Every fucking sunda
you knee in front of m
I wait till you go awa
so that I´m again on my ow
I wonder if someda
you finally leave m
cos I can´t get out of her
It´s not the same as it was 50 years ag
you don´t pay tribute to me - you´re convinced I don´t exis
I´m still sometimes the one to blame - for your own fault
so I can´t see why I should not harm you