The thoughts that go like bullets through you, the time you told me that you wish you were dead. but so broken numb when you can't stop choosing to sleep through your alarms, man you're losing your head [x3]
The thoughts that go like bullets through you, the time you told me that you wish you were dead. but so broken numb when you can't stop choosing to sleep through your alarms, man you're losing your head [x3]