Isabelle's Gift
Another Holiday
I can't say enough.Waste my breathe on nothing.Sick of making up for everything.I'm not significant, worthy, or realistic.I'm not brave enough anyway.Kids, guns, and cabernet,another football Sunday.The sting of Tanquerayon the back of throat.Another holiday.Another ridiculing.You're all the same to meand I hope you choke.For the sakeof the idiotsIf it's all the same.Bye, bye.
From Letras Mania