Hope would fail me in the falling snow
And slake a wish inside
Friends would leave me in my darkest hour
Yet trust me with their lives
She would haunt my dreams and feed my demons
They tell me to go
NepentheHope would fail me in the falling snow And slake a wish inside Friends would leave me in my darkest hour Yet trust me with their lives She would haunt my dreams and feed my demons They tell me to go |