bones in mama's brains bones in sister's brains baby thinks about butterflies sleeps through all the pain grampa is crying on the wall gramma died and
's hunger for a deeper life The weight of my misdeeds were crushing, blinding me And I still live with pain inside but now I can see And I find through every ounce of pain
Traduzione: Grammatrain. Dolore.
Traduzione: Grammatrain. Immagine Pains.
