And if not for me he would be dead
Kings of men and old fools that die young
Many heartbreaking songs unsung
The past is slipping with my hand gently gripping
Oh, gently gripping the trigger
A broken microphone
As for this part, I'll have to sing alone
Grin until your teeth are sore
Almost as if you've never done before
Open up your arms and barricade your doors
Scream the worst to fulfill your thirst
Don't forget to scream until your lungs burst
WRITTEN FEBRUARY 25, 2010 BY STEFANIE MACEACHERN
the last line naturally worries me xD
ReplyDeletejust had to say it.
i like it tho =] very morbid, if not in matter than in mood.