Natalya
Tonight
Copyright, Natalya
The pain inside it cuts like a knife,
As I struggle my way through this life.
I can’t decide how to end this ell,
I guess only time can tell.
I can’t seem to hold on
this life is pulling me down.
I can’t seem to hold on,
rescue me before I drown.
I try to keep my pain locked away from those I treasure,
but I can’t stray away from this blade of pleasure.
This ate must be made to measure,
carved with this blade of pleasure.
And I’ve asked myself,
how much to you feel?
I’ve commit myself,
this must be the end.
I can’t seem to hold on
this life is pulling me down.
I can’t seem to hold on,
rescue me before I drown
please, please,
before I drown.
I can’t tell them,
what I’ll do tonight.
I can’t tell them,
the way I feel inside.
I can’t tell them,
what I’ll do tonight.
I can’t tell them the method of my demise.
And I’ve asked myself,
how much to you feel?
I’ve commit myself,
this must be the end.
I can’t hold on any longer,
this life has pulled me down.
I can’t holdon any longer,
you can’t stop me drown.
No you can’t rescue me no more,
you can’t rescue me from the pain,
you can’t rescue me like you did before,
you can’t rescue me again.
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