.As I drive down this narrow road with these broken windows
Broken is not a symbol, but my reality
Sad to see people I love happily dragging me
While I passionately search for they forgiveness
I guess death was my sentence
This is not woe is me, low is he who swallows his pride
Pr.
Have you been looking for lyrics of your favorite song, too long? Lyrics has got them all listed out for you by your favorite songwriters, artists neatly arranged by albums you love. Simply,Choose an album, artist or lyricist and start discovering lyrics of your favorite songs.
Allow To View All Exclusive Content & Notifications 🔔