When the summer arrive
And I was joy deprived
I at least was sad
but now I'm drunk of the feeling
of being soberly empty
wishing this void would be filled
with the feeling I once had.
nostalgia
When the summer arrive
And I was joy deprived
I at least was sad
but now I'm drunk of the feeling
of being soberly empty
wishing this void would be filled
with the feeling I once had.
