For a month I was punk I remembered all my drunk Younger days in a daze I would spend my empty days
For a week I was weak I was humbled on my knees Pray to God: "Make it stop Help me find some relief"
For a year I was queer I had conquered all my fears Not alone anymore But I found it such a bore
For a month I was punk For a month I had no luck For a drunk I was young For a kid right to the
For a month I was punk I remembered all my junk Younger days in a daze I would spend my useless days
For a week I was weak I was down on my knees Pray to God: "Make it stop Help me find some relief"
For a month I was punk For a month I was Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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