I run as they ask for money on the streets, i try...
I'm under the cover
I take it on the run...
Sittin in this bar
All alone by far...
This Day Fricking Sucks
This Day Fricking Blows...
I’m so confused ryte now
My head full of thoughts – of you...
Let me tell you who I am so that there is no...
And what ur seeing in front of your eyes is no...
The rain beats the tin roof over head
The best sound that could ever be heard...
There was a meeting today, its ok that you didnt...
i didnt realy want to go...
The hectic pace was less frantic
when Isabella was here-working...
I'm like a dove, who's flown high above.
Free from all the terror...
The sound of the sea
When your walking on the beach...
Thinking it wasn't bad.
As lies did she hear...