I'll be home soon. Probally noon,maybe in June. Not even time to play,but you have been gone all day.Maybe you can stay. Asleep,bout to weep.All this shit is nothing but a skit to you. Do you even care?I have nothing to spear. So go ahead tear my heart,maybe it can restart. 1 Hour,turns into a 6 dour.Don't even come,you turn my heart numb.Creative Commons (CC) Attribution