storm
• Written by huxly
sorry i stay lonley
i dont find trouble in these streets
but in the streets trouble finds me
lock my heart up and swallow the key
this is jail and im never gonna break free
my life is never clear its always so cloudy
i cant help what was given to me
i take it and go on
better then nothing at all
when the angels sing i feel like thats my roll call
it stormed out yesterday
that was depressing
the rain hitting the pavement
man,theres gotta be something to it
its in our life for a reason
but whats ours
whats our purpous
live life
die
get put in a casket
and go to heaven
if we deserve it
sorry about the things i said to you
i knew they made you blue
i dont mean it
well i kinda do
but i dont mean to hurt you
i feel bad for the things i do
but i dont mean for them to get to you
and im sorry
im sorry for the greifi caused you
im sorry for the cheats i did to you
im sorry for the help i didnt provide
im sorry about i never looked you in the eyes
im sorry for things i said to you
im sorry for getting picked up by the feds
im sorry i wasnt there for you
sorry for all the times i made you blue
but you know you can always
put the blame on me
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huxly
Member since September 18 2015