Silent empty hallways filled with nothing but the worst intentions for you. If they were liquor I'd be blacked out sprawled across a blood table for you. All the doctors wanna say. These stitched up holes won't be the same. Death will fill these glasses and toast to all the disappointing smiles for you. And tonight they'll cry for us and the mistakes we've made in life with you. Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
