Oh dear, your just like seppuku
I always spill my guts to you.
The worlds on my shoulder
You let it break my back
We only getting older
And life is sure to teach of that
Now all the colors are a haze
And your voice starts to fade
Disappointment, a taste I can't place
Your fingers , like the sun warming my face
I've been the walking dead for 12 months now
Was going to finish this for you but I'm just not sure how
Aug 31, 2015
Aug 31, 2015 at 12:24 AM UTC
Oh dear, your just like seppuku
I always spill my guts to you.
The worlds on my shoulder
You let it break my back
We only getting older
And life is sure to teach of that
Now all the colors are a haze
And your voice starts to fade
Disappointment, a taste I can't place
Your fingers , like the sun warming my face
I've been the walking dead for 12 months now
Was going to finish this for you but I'm just not sure how
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