You woke up tomorrow with bleeding ears and thought you were dead.
You gazed in the mirror and it cracked in your head.
You cried in agony but the tears run through the blood and dread.
You looked back and unveiled memories you once over fed.
He shot you right when you were about to taste the baked bread.
You woke up tomorrow with a trembling heart certain its dead.
Feb 27, 2013
Feb 27, 2013 at 5:12 PM UTC
You woke up tomorrow with bleeding ears and thought you were dead.
You gazed in the mirror and it cracked in your head.
You cried in agony but the tears run through the blood and dread.
You looked back and unveiled memories you once over fed.
He shot you right when you were about to taste the baked bread.
You woke up tomorrow with a trembling heart certain its dead.
