Panic
I Walk Home The Same Way Every Night
How much time do i have left? everyday is like a bullet in the head the pain of seeing what i've become is more than i can stand blink an eye, the years go by and things change so fucking fast nobody told me that growing up would mean growing apart you make friends, you lose friends you find love, your heart breaks you look back, and break down so many questions im not finding any answers
From Letras Mania