Tim Deadman Eugenia

What do you want To be alone Or to be happy and not wrong What do you need To be a man Or to be fiction, be a slave What does it matter Truth. Or love. It s just a moment of your life Do you can live no The question is without what. You feel it s near You feel it s close It hides in corner, slowly crawls To make you Praying on your knees Just to get back all thing you ve lost. This road is wrong You know this man. There is no way back But you still can t Stop here. And take her pretty hand All she wants is to save you Man.