black sunday

• cold, year of the spider:
  
  i can't breath at all
  it hurts to think
  that a sound could heal my wounds
  feeling i've been betrayed
  black sunday still burns you in my thoughts
  i can't sleep at all
  now you're gone away
  i can't fake this anymore
  guess i could blame it all
  on god's game
  or explain what my life's for
  
  caught in a winters rain
  i can't remember a word you said
  take away my fear please hold on to me
  i'm falling
  falling
  
  i will trade it all
  for another day
  just to feel you and your warmth
  but even pictures fade
  black sunday still burns you in my thoughts
  i can't see at all
  did you fly away
  did the stars shine bright for you
  guess i could blame it all
  on god's game
  it was fate that carried you
  
  you always take away
  take away
  take away
  
  and i'm falling
  i'm falling
  i'm falling
  i'm falling
  i'm falling