The screens are blank
the world is cold...

Its another sad truth,
25 cents kissing booth...

Wake up, and smell the roses
they smell a little gross today...

The most beautful green eyes
and as your hips move side to side...

Title: Awake and sick
By:Braeden Monks...

Take the pictures off the wall
Don't pretend like they mean anything at all...

Shallow drinks of my beer
just to help keep me clear...

In the darkness of the day
on your own dying day...

There's a ring where the liquor
came off the cup...

Why do we have to talk
I wanna die on my sofa...

Traditional or it s***s
AaBb or it s***s...

I
Walk in the night...