Come to Me - Korsakoff

They share our believe, our anger

The beauty of the move lies not in its appearence, but in its thought

Come to me!

Where are you now?

I keep on asking while I’m staring at the stars

It’s unfair somehow

My life is empty and I’m left here with the scars

The way you left the scene was the way I learned that life is mean

And how the good became untrue and darkness settled inbetween

Will there never be another day for you and me?

And as I fall into the ground, let me emotions running free

Come to me, if only you could, come to me (2X)

Come to me!

They share our believe, our anger

The beauty of the move lies not in its appearence, but in its thought