i will use this as a crutch until you get your head across soon enough you will feel what we have spoken of a bridge with only one plank with strings that tie to you i couldn't have sang it better myself it's a symphony in d
I can see enough wrong with me within a simple glance of an echo Enough flaws for you to fall to your knees and to give up on digging up my graves And i can find no where else to put the blame of where things are tied to place anywhere but my own self Even if i weren't so quiet i could never blame anyone else