Come in from the cold, close the door from the hurt. That makes you feel alone. Time for you to share that coat you wrap around your life. Lay here in my arms, let me hold you close, I want so. Co
My life in the D is a tragicomedy, a poetic verse. Its voodoo, some say black magic ettouffe, a dead mans curse. Its just like the Egyptian tombs, tunnels leading to empty rooms. Skeptics think its
Maybe if I lay real still. It will go away, maybe it will. Maybe this time I won't budge. Maybe I just need a little nudge Maybe this time I won't flinch. Maybe this time it might be a sinch. May
You're poised and ready, unable to make a sound. Your hands are sweaty as you look down. You're running already when you've hit the ground You're willing and able, so nice to have around. The head
You're quiet, you don't talk. You're shut down and closed off. You're like me, we're the same. I'm Brendan, what's your name? I've been a little bit down on my luck. I think you know where I'm com