(1) Each breath I take is an endless dose of pain, and guilt. I made this bed for you, and me, what have you built?
(2) If letting myself free from your mind bottling cures means that I have to let you go, if I have to let the one true good thing that has ever happened to me go, then let the rain pour out its cries upon the heads of those looking down
(3) I let the sun do a work of art on my blank canvas body, my standards for love are very lofty. As the wind sings a soft melody against my broken ears, I am blinded my the years.
(4) Reckless thinking is what I'm all about, I'm getting tired. Sick, and tired of life, I have no doubt. Every person I pretend to love, I keep a look-out. 161Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyUn7FqikZr
