Flop
Port Angeles
Father tried today to appreciate his sonFollow 103 to the crematorium where I pay my billsAnd climb up to the highest hillAnd throw a part of me awaySatan rose today to annihilate the worldGod bless his little boy heart as he goes andFalls in love with a pretty girlHe loves vanity in girls'Cause it tears them all up insideIn my head life's forever a conditionFind a heart and deliver it to meScience is about a quarter superstitionCount me out and you can have it for free
From Letras Mania