Текст: The Panic Division. Delta.

Throw me out in the cold, its cold as my heart. Leave an empty street, tell me where to start. Dont ask a question, dont ask why. Even if I start again, would it be the same? The same as the road I walk today. Tell me why. Even if I make it, I feel the pain ( Talk to me, tell me Im just fine. Tell me the distance between this line ). This is the color of my soul in black and white. This is me. This is my heart, its breaking down, Im screaming someone tell me please. Tell me why we wait, we waste away. Were falling from the place we must stay. Take me home. Even if I make it, I feel the pain ( Talk to me, tell me Im just fine. Tell me the distance between this line ). You feel the