so i take it out every chance i get left to be so mean still it's sane and so sympathetic want to feel bad but you can't say no it's no cause at all it comes down to you and who bleeds who? just past the day pleasant leaves you comes to you the same way passed on every day's the last day no one sees you walk the part to stay not you judge yourself again age is no excuse had to find a way to close my eyes, call it back and shoot
