I want to tell you more
I am not happy that I make it
to home , But I still want to tell you
I want to tell your more
I am not happy that I made it
through these Nights , But wait here
I want to tell you more
I've lost the count of Days
My Calender is Turnin' Red
Only thing that keep warm
are these cigarettes Mark on
My face .
hey, I can hear your slow pace
But , I would follow you
I want to tell you more
I want to tell you more
I want to tell you more
Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah
I am Sorry that we made it through
I am Sorry that you had to suffer
through it all
I am Sorry that we made it through
Nothing has changed
Nothing has Changed
Now
We don't even
Have ****** time
to die
I am Sorry that we made it through
I am Sorry that I made you Do
Keepin' it Hide through it all
Keepin' it Hide through it all
But I still want to
I want to tell you more
I want to tell you more
If I could go back
To all thoes years
That Now gone
I would not waste minute
I would cut my wrist Wide open
I wanted to watch you Die
I have hated you all my life
No matter where
you go I am in your ears
I am tired of your Red eyes
and your skinny body
I want to tell you more
I want to tell you more
I want to tell you more
AhAhAhAhAhAhAh
I am Sorry that I made through
I am Sorry that I made through
I am Sorry that we made it through
I Don't miss you
I Don't miss you
We Don't miss you at all
Father Rather beat you Down
Than listen to your sound
Father Rather beat you Down
Than Listen to your sound
Mother have Gone to Sky
Come on
beat me harder , may I see her once
My Blood Run Dry
Mother Have Gone to Sky
Come on
Beat me harder , may I see her once
My Blood Run Dry
I am tired of Crying
And I am Done , Dying
I am Tired of Crying
And I am Done , Dying
Are you Still There?
What Makes you Stay?
Early Morning Fog
Did you know
I am as lost as you are
Early Morning Fog
Did you Know
I am as Lost as you are
There's
No Grave of mine
Ashes
blowin in the wind
There's
No Grave of mine
Ashes
blowin in the wind
I want to tell you more
I want to tell you more
I want to tell you more
Ahahaahahah
I am Sorry That I made it Through
I am Sorry that I made it Through
I am Sorry that We made it through
How Would you write your Last poem
Tears Pouring Down
Tingling Fingers on White Wracked
Window
How Would you write your Last poem
Tears Pouring Down
Tingling Fingers on White Wracked
Window
I want to tell you more
I want to look straight in your eyes
when Would it end?
when Would it end?
when Would it end?
my 19 years old message to my 14 years old