#Nirvana – In His Hands Driven conversations, even I can read Wouldnt want to fake it, and Im tired of this dream Taking medications, in the back of the room Driven conversations, he died in June. See the stab wounds in his hands See him dying in his room Hes dying in his room Hes dying in his room Heading for me, heading this way He is coming, I dont care Wouldnt want to fake it, well I dont mind Giving conversations to a friend of mine Giving medications, in a lighted room Wouldnt want to fake it, I know I should See the stab wounds in his hands You killed him, I dont care Keep a promise, you would too Keep a promise, even you See the silence in his head He is coming, I dont care Were not gonna make it, well I dont mind Wouldnt want to fake it, but I have this time Giving conversations, to whom they dont know Taking medications till my stomachs full. See a famine in his head See him coming at their heels He loves you, give him a chance I dont love him, I dont care See him starving, give her hell It is over, we dont care In His Room x___X
Posted on: Fri, 01 Aug 2014 03:35:50 +0000
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