Even surrounded by lifeLoneliness gropes at my throatI can't breathe because of the heavy emotion that seats very audiblyat the pit of my chestI'm barely hanging on for my own lifeThe syndrome that causes a manufacture of...
Whom do I seek to please, for whom do I live?Am I for the one that makes me breatheOr I serve the one that makes me grieve?Have I forsaken my chosen path,Do I follow the road to...
