Nov 2015
Sometimes I feel like I'll die on this page
My penmanship falters, my life in the ash tray.
My soul coiled in to paper and ink,
Where I sat and I thought, where I sit and I think.'
My penmanship falters, my life in the ash tray.
My soul coiled in to paper and ink,
Where I sat and I thought, where I sit and I think.'
