Ignite "50 and A Month" |
In my time of dying all I've grown to be english can't define these feelings I keep waiting There's a strange time called trying that's vague like us I can always try harder which means I never try enough My mind is always crying concentration, saturation An aquaintance is so naive or just a blind soul fifty and a month is so long for some Understanding becomes my snair the harder I struggle, the more confined I become does quanity stop at empty does quanity stop with you? fifty and a month is just a blink for me fifty and a month Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |