Why I Die

Can’t believe there’s nothing now I’m gone and I can’t go back now. Put that gun to my head Please grant me to be dead Hold on now here we go again. To afraid to come back The coffee girl’s what I lack. Wanna hold her hand Be more than a friend. But laying in… Continue reading Why I Die

Can’t Stand The Sight

Pure the acid in my eyes. Burn these pictures in my mind. Pretending’s not my best quallity. So spin me around and make me dizzy.