i admit that
i'm not perfect on this. why did it end up like this. you still use your fucking excuses. that you and i could not attain success.
on how this bums me, ending my life up on a
christmas tree. i want it as it be. whenever you done wrong, i still listen to this song. it hurts deep down,it feels like
i'm about to drown. you make my blue sky grey, when you go astray. this song keeps bugging me, when i sing on top of the tree.
what a felling it would be, tearing gifts and toasting to anew era...this is my tree
