i think about going
when i lay awake at night
and the stars seem to be taunting
and the moon is too bright, help me;
i wonder if you're lying awake too
wishing
on my
demise
i think about going
when i lay awake at night
and the stars seem to be taunting
and the moon is too bright, help me;
i wonder if you're lying awake too
wishing
on my
demise
