January, February, March, April, May
Then i’d like to skip a month,
and sleep away the days.
Fresh life, beginnings, chances and love
the atroscities of envy
sent from up above.
January, February, March, April, May
Then i’d like to skip a month,
and sleep away the days.
Promises, lies, fantasies and fate,
The creation of an invalid world,
that leads to Satans gate.
January, February, March, April, May
Then i’d like to skip a month,
and sleep away the days.
Sacrifices, loss and loves that have been,
the past is long behind us,
but my heart always see’s.
