American Nightmare
Hearts
Dear Eastern Prom, I know it's wrong... But it's suicide eyes that wrote this song... For all I'm worth, writer's block is a bitch. words falling like bricks for a New England wish... I was an easy fuck in the town of Naive-ity All I wanted was a shot in the dark, but like a knife through the heart, I choke on spit covered words... Oh my god, it's happened again... what's wrong with me? Screaming gets you nothing. One more night in this town and I swear that I'm dead.... I drew a heart around the name of your city
From Letras Mania