00002 - BourbonBleed, She said as she left me for dead, Blurred, Are the thoughts running through my head, Burned, Left with more memories to shred, Bourbon, Way to feel dead,00002 - Bourbon
Everything too real, This could be the last meal, Every moment could be my last, Haunted by something that should be past,
I've found I can't run forever,
I am ... just tonightshakey legs ice cold breath bated words put to the testI am ... just tonight
i like to not quite feel i like it when its not quite real i like things when theres no big deal i like it because its so surreal
i stare at the person in the mirror a photoshoped image
growing thinner
pixalated and contorted stretched and skewed and slightly distorted
i wish that you could see
this picture that owns me underneath the great facade i sometimes fall ... quite far
cheap rhymes from simple minds innocent thoughts
Previous PageNext Page