Текст (слова) песни: Hoods - On The Way To San Francisco
I don`t want to die but I feel that this is it stomach in knots twenty pounds less a weekend of hell six months depression lost in a love sick world of pain I cry cause you`re gone I`m dying in pain, in pain my love for you is forever I promise this sick world I`ll never forget I wrote you this note I put this razor into my skin the tub overflows I awaken in pain I choke on my own blood I hear the phone ring back to reality Pat and I are off to the city drunk for six months straight I`m drowning myself in alcohol and pain depression magnifies times ten the blood in my veins is starting to run thin I don`t want to die I feel that this is it my face is in my hands(x2) again I slit my wrists I want to watch you kill yourself
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