June 2009
I would get down on my knees And service the Japanese 'Till I reek of old sushi But please bomb New Jersey XDXDXDXDXDXD
I want to hold you to the sun I want to be your faithful one I want to show you all the beauty You don't even know you hold I'm hurting you for your own good I'd die for you - you know I would I'd giv
I'm so sick and tired of The taste of tears The sting of pain The smell of fear The sounds of crying Be here for me, I love you