Blutengel

You will never see the things I see
You will never hear the sounds I hear
You will never feel what I feel
You will never know the coldness deep inside of me
You will never walks on this road
I'm running away from the future
You will never feel the rain
Falling down on a summer day
You will never smell the flowers
Growing on a meadow
You will never feel my skin on yours
When I hold you in my arms