Thoughts that go like bullets
Through you
The time you told me that you wish were dead
But so broken on when you can’t stop choosing to sleep thru ur alarms, man you’re losing your head
(But I can’t stop)
The thoughts that go like bullets through you The time you told me that you wish were dead
(But I can’t stop)
But so broken on (its a broken arm)
When you can’t stop choosing
To sleep thru ur alarms may loosing your head