lifes a biatch an then you die... thank god |
You don't know the pain
how i use to cut...
I wish you weren't always what i think about there...
i love you more everyday but you play with my head...
I wish you weren\\\'t always what i think about...
i love you more everyday but you play with my head...
I wish you weren't always what i think about there...
i love you more everyday but you play with my head...
You don't know the pain
how i use to cut...
After every storm there's a rainbow |
Some people give you gifts |