Aug 2014
there's nothing left of tomorrow.
you've been consumed by your own sorrow
where do I go, where can I stay
I wasn't even sober, for just one day
i'm sick of the lie
it's time to say goodbye.
you've been consumed by your own sorrow
where do I go, where can I stay
I wasn't even sober, for just one day
i'm sick of the lie
it's time to say goodbye.
