I left behind a trail of broken dreams
crushed roses
and when I looked my hands
they're dirty
And I sat down
looking at the sunset
and wonder
when this will end
Joy, I can't see it
Death, I wonder what it means
Where do I go from here to see the light?
crushed roses
and when I looked my hands
they're dirty
And I sat down
looking at the sunset
and wonder
when this will end
Joy, I can't see it
Death, I wonder what it means
Where do I go from here to see the light?