Seventeen Letra

No-one ever talks about it
No-one really knows what happened
I guess he always had a habit
He said the needle made him happy

He didn’t like the way the world looked
He drew a picture in a sketchbook
He didn’t like the way the world looked

He can’t breathe
Blood on his sleeve
Seventeen

He said he knew a cartoon devil
He always liked to play with metal
He said he knеw what he wanted

He can’t brеathe
Blood on his sleeve
Seventeen