Derision ain't so bad, it makes me glad I'm tougher For failing all that I have... Take the map and tear it up We'll find our way anyway. We'd never
I was reaching for a hand to hold on to. And you threw me this stone. The first that killed all of my hopes. My despair, my misery. Now that I've grown
Vertaling: A Perfect Moord. Lag vir my pyn.
