Thoughts that go like bullets through you
The time you told me that you wish you were dead
But so broken on when you can't stop choosing
To sleep through your alarms
Man, you're losing your head
The thoughts that go like bullets through you
The time you told me that you wish you were dead
But so broken on when you can't stop choosing
To sleep through your alarms
Man, you're losing your head
By Lontalius
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