all forms of desire have left this body now this feels so tired white room, empty house what if my heart's not in it? it could happen to me what would you do if the things you loved were killing you?
what day will they choose when the earth decides to cut me loose? in an auditorium? taking methadone with my friends? or beside a lake with my dad in 96? I hope I get choices the things I love are killing me nowTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
