Franja De Gaza Walking
I want you to love me
I want you beside me
I want you to die
You know that preassure freaks me
You can´t forget this feeling
When worlds I raised will rip me?
Until the present frees me
Wherever just to make it for evermore
Wherever just to make it for evermore
Walking on a road, won´t you try to make it far from home
Walking on this fear, I hear it near home
