16 ans
Where I used to sit and talk with you
Last call for regret and defeat
To finish the bottle full of empty dreams
Punch strong head that was straight out of line
Another excuse with no alibi
Hitching on the road of decline
With no name streets and no vital signs
I pissed away the best of me and
No one can help me
Misery's best friend
Can't be a dead-end
A bag full of regrets and I'm coming clean
Self-elect resident reject
A bad habit
Don't forget it you better
Count your last blessings
And fill up the wagon
Chases this fee
And now I'm running out of time
# Posté le mardi 02 décembre 2008 14:35
Modifié le dimanche 19 avril 2009 03:55
