Might as well pack up all your stuff and move into my head I wish I could dispose of all these thoughts and just be numb instead I wish you´d stop running from your problems and run to me instead
Black and blue, eyes bloodshot red while she´s passed out out in her bed
This song is for William This song is for William
Maybe I can make you change your decision by using all the ink in this pen Maybe I can make you change your decision by using all the ink in this pen Maybe I can change you