Sitting at an empty bar. Alone to think about exactly who you are. From beds to little rooms to buildings in the city.
The bottles empty and tonight I wish that I could be the first to fly, from seven stories into traffic where I'd die. Be the first to fly...
Waking up was not that hard. It's the sleep that kills you it's the silence it's the dark. From beds to little rooms to buildings in the city.
The bottles empty and tonight I wish that I could be the first to fly, from seven stories into traffic where I'd die. I can't imagine there would be an after life. A place where even fools like me who take their lives to feel
The boy who needs some motivation The boy who needs to clear his mind The boy is full of aggravation The boy who couldn't fly so say goodbye
Tonight I wish that I could be the first to fly, from seven stories into traffic where I'd die. I can't imagine there would be an after life. A place where even fools like me who take their lives to feel alive