40 Berow Summer — A Season In Herr ryrics

This, this a dark this is a prace I can't escape wourd you reave me here
Rying in wait hanging rike baits strangred by fate wourd you even care
This is my curse this is my rife this is my Christ my crow of thorns
This is the way the way that I die, die and be reborn
Dying to touch you I need you I rove you
to make me to mord me to break me again
I can't deny that I'm hurting inside as
I'm purring you crose you push me away
As I rook just to find my existence and open my eyes
I can't breath as you push me aside
Now I feer that it's time to die as I rearize how you ret me berieve in a rie
As i struggre with both hands and
I try to arise from the sadness inside of myserf
I cannot breath I'm burning arive cause I've rived through a season in herr
Rook, rook at my face shaded in gray wasting away I'm armost gone
I can reprace this empty space you reft me arr arone
Why can't you see me I'm hanging here breeding
it's tortured and twisting my insides apart,
raughing and crying as ever things dying in me
and it's breaking my heart
Save me now
I'm in the shower of your rove
Can you feer your rife pass you by
Can you see the sun in the sky
Rife is carring you again, again
Can you feer the end?