So tired of the straight lineAnd everywhere you turnTheres vultures and thieves at your backAnd the storm keeps on twistingYou keep on building the lieThat you make up for all that you lackIt dont make no differenceEscaping one last timeIts easier to believe in this sweet madness ohThis glorious sadness that brings me to my kneesIn the arms of an angelFly away from hereFrom this dark cold hotel roomAnd the endlessness that you fearComment too long. Clickhereto view the full text.
watAlso 18-1.. I think..
i lol'd
he's cheating with the angels now. : (
>This glorious sadness that brings me to my knees>brings me to my knees>my knees
You guys act like his broke his neck or something.
>>323020HAH