Mar 2018
I want to be a rockstar
So careless and so crude
I want the grit inside my voice
To be your brain’s ear food
I want to be a rockstar
I long to be tattooed
The white noise of a black guitar
Will always be my mood
So careless and so crude
I want the grit inside my voice
To be your brain’s ear food
I want to be a rockstar
I long to be tattooed
The white noise of a black guitar
Will always be my mood
Sometimes I wish I could just forget the world and do whatever, whenever. I want to be a rockstar! (This is a work in progress)
