Swept up in emotions like the waves of the ocean. Beneath the surface, where the answers are held by the recognizable sea creatures.
By Brix5 years ago in Poets
I don't believe I ever got my proper goodbye, too many late nights drunk on that red wine, so goodbye for the last time. When Nothing Works Anymore thats when we turn on the drugs,
I don't believe I ever got my proper goodbye, too many late nights drunk on that red wine, so goodbye for the last time. When Nothing works anymore thats when we turn on the drugs,
