What bothers you and why?
What bothers me? A hardened face,
When hearts grow cold in time’s mad race.
When depth is lost for shallow gain,
It’s silence loud that leaves a stain.
What bothers you and why?
What bothers me? A hardened face,
When hearts grow cold in time’s mad race.
When depth is lost for shallow gain,
It’s silence loud that leaves a stain.