Sometimes I want to see who cares. I wanna see who would come. I wanna know who would call and who would write. And who wouldn't even bother to show. Sometimes I wanna die in a car crash. Would they even know? Would they even waste their time? Would she even show? Sometimes I want to almost die just to see who really cares. I wanna see the look in their eyes. I wanna I know what I meant to any of them. Unconscious and flat-lining. These machines are keeping me alive. And in those times, I swear if she were to show..the sound of her voice, the touch of her hand, the smell of her scent..any of them would awaken me and I would be fine. Unconscious and flat-lining. These machines are keeping me alive...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
