This is where I spill. |
I wish it would rain,
So I would not have to cry...
In this city,
That smells like...
In this city,
That smells like...
I don't like going,
To the country...
Just turn up,
The TV...
I want,
To go down...
Lately,
I have been...
If you keep knocking some one will answer you |
You can't make a hole if it's already there |
I carved your name into this bullet so everyone knows your the last thing that went through my head. |