Twisted Metal
Twisted metal after a car crash
When the fire gets old
When I was a boy
I held dear to my dreams
Now I only wish
Before this my hands are open
A flower near by
Stained and alone
Twisted metal after a car crash
When the fire gets old
When I was a boy
I held dear to my dreams
Now I have hopes
It may not all disappear
Autor(es): Un-Reason
