Sick I'm walking Tick I'm talking Down the street and I'm sick of the talk of the trick that's every time we meet but Oh, I don't know why (oh, i don'
As I'm running down the stairs Past the stain and ribbons And the ticking of the clock Says I'm not forgiven Don't just leave me here for dead now You
Traducción: Vincent Black Shadow, o. Cartas para ninguém.
