He looks at me,
At how I cry;
He leaves me there
Why do I try?
He's like quick-sand,
Got lurred in,
Now there's no point in trying
Stuck here, this is the end..
.4.
He looks at me,
At how I cry;
He leaves me there
Why do I try?
He's like quick-sand,
Got lurred in,
Now there's no point in trying
Stuck here, this is the end..
