Whitewash Radio
Brundlefly
You once stood so tallBut now like an oak tree in the fallYour brittle leaves have fallen to the groundDried up and begun to decompose Nothing will ever be the sameNothing will ever be the sameNothing will ever be the sameNothing will ever be the sameWill you fight off the plagueWill you get down and beg?Your pale and sick with withdrawlHands shaking and eyes fluttering Nothing will ever be the sameNothing will ever be the sameNothing will ever be the sameNothing will ever be the same
From Letras Mania