WELL I'M A PRETTY SUCKY POET BUT I LOVE THEM |
For all the sins that he has done
Please let him not pick up the gun...
Bruises on my wrist.
The thoughts in my head...
Bruises on my wrist.
The thoughts in my head...
For all the sins that he has done
Please let him not pick up the gun...
Trying to be some one |
Never regret anything that made you laugh |