September 2011
367 posts
I’m not coming back
I’ve done something so terrible
I’m terrified to speak the truth you’d expect that from me
I’m mixed up, I’ll be blunt
Now the rain is just washing you out of my hair
And out of my mind
I’m not coming back
I’ve done something so terrible
I’m terrified to speak the truth you’d expect that from me
I’m mixed up, I’ll be blunt
Now the rain is just washing you out of my hair
And out of my mind