grey is my death - deAd
As the gun was cocked back to my head
I couldn't help
But to remember when
I met this girl
And I sat there all alone
'Cause the pills were on the ground
And I was scared let go to wake up again
To realize I had only dreamed of you
But the d**gs never seem to work
I'm sitting here alone
Sorrowful my head
And I'm tired
I'm tired
I'm not to being at night
Face are always shaking up
And my guest are always spending around
And I don't know it's how running to you
Get what I'm mocking through the night
