Ahmed کے بول

I fear the struggle I fear the strife A fear of death A fear of life I fear for you You fear for me I fear for what Will come to be Blossoms bloom so fine Only to fall from the vine I will grown an orchard Filled with broken portraits I got a feeling I'm just scared I'll start believing When I see you there Life's a portion When you die its done Pretend your something Not fooling anyone. Blossoms bloom so fine Only to fall from the vine I will grown an orchard Filled with broken portraits