March 2010
I'm sorry for the times that I made you scream for the times that I killed your dreams for the times that I made your whole world rumble for the times that I made you cry for the times that I told yo
I go down the beaten track, along the river with an empty bag At the end she said to me: Why are you here with the autumn leaves? Cause this is my life, my friend, and this is my time to stand Cause