Texty:
Dry Cell Forever Beautiful

you away I wish that I could be strong I wish that I could be brave I wish that I could be over and over True to the world Another summer fades away Forever beautiful

of being rejected The dry taste of exclusion Its cold breath in your flesh Being different is often a hard price to pay The despair of staying unloved forever

depression, deep depression. He stands alone inthe cell. Head down, beaten. Even the Lord, watching from above, feels sorry for him. A wind begins to blow, a warm, dry