Six weeks since I let you go. And I still feel the same. Hard to believe that a feeling this strong. Will every really change I hold my head up steady. Both hands heavy. Oh just like the sky
For 3 weeks, she sleeps. Through the rain. I've gotta try, to keep her dry. Or I'm out of ways. Self books, love crooks. Steel her away. I'ts who you know, and where ya go. All in a day. So
My life is over, at least for 94 weeks. I look like some metal mouth freak. And that's a long time I wanna go to the party. But I don't wanna be seen. I wish it was Halloween. And I could wear a
