Woorden: Crossbreed. Regretful Times.

The doors open into the room
A fulfilled life and a lot to regret
For the summers rays and winters cold
Not either way and not regretful

I will not survive
I will not survive
I will not survive
Somebody will save me

The damaged style and damaged skin
Is peeling off and burning within the tearful eyes
And drowning frowns soon collides
And now it meets its destination

I will not survive
I will not survive
I will not survive
Somebody save me

The passion times, there's not many through
I'm down on luck and there's too many to remember
The broken dreams and broken thoughts
My head's up high and I won't survive

I will not survive
I will not survive
I will not survive
Somebody save me