Adema

there's so many people dying
you complain about your situation
what about me
half the world wouldn't know what its like to lose your seed
maybe you can understand
i cannot reach that soul
you're probably watching over us
know that i think of you
its killing me
the guilt has lasted years still cry
it was all planned out
why was i last to know
don't you trust in me
the tables cold its too late
to make up for these mistakes
maybe you can understand