Sorrow in 8th of June
saturday nite. it's rainin..
now i see the sky cryin
moanin for a place to hide,
seekin for a piece of heart
bleedin fast with tears stream down my face.
accompany my broken hearts
you've gone.. with the fate you must stand
you're so far..
reach out of my hand, my grip, my mind.
now youre alone, and sick on your bed
and i'm here, keep my desire for huggin you tigtly inside,
but groanin madly for this distance with sad