I can't believe you really told me, I can't believe you really wanna die. now I'm feeling fucked up again and I know I feel the same sometimes. so tell
the lone state home My blood runs cold, I mourn Stole my sight but not my heart I miss my second home Adopted son doth mourn Mourn, yeah, yeah Be my
blood runs cold I mourn Stole my sight But not my heart I miss my 2nd home (Your) adopted son doth morn adopted son Doth mourn Be my eyes Stole my sight
blood runs cold I mourn Stole my sight But not my heart I miss my 2nd home (Your) adopted son doth morn adopted son Doth mourn Be my eyes Stole my