singing, girl is washed up. On Redondo beach and everyone is so sad. I was looking for you, are you gone, gone? Pretty little girl, everyone cried. She was the victim, of sweet suicide. I went looking
I'm losing sleep. Light a smoke so I can breathe. It's too dark. It's too loud in the city. If I had a god. I would say he was wrong. Got these scars but. I think they're pretty. So I say hey. Been hi
