May 2015
Suicide capital
I want to come home
Let the gray wash over me
And the rain soak my bones
I want to come home
Let the gray wash over me
And the rain soak my bones
How I miss my home in the PNW.
Ive never found the rain or the gray sky's
Depressing.
Ive never found the rain or the gray sky's
Depressing.
