foetus

when your dreams are made for make you cry you just only have to wake up, and let it out
let the clouds in the sky, and then you´ll see it in the rainyou have to finish the story before it kill you again. Don´t close your eyes again, it can make you lose yourself, be awake.

Bitter rain who brought the stings and dead, and who will part the train?
Cause I can´t see you, I´ll open up my brain again.