Tbh nic n wkvrwia mn bardziej niż widok tych homofobicznych seksistowskich rasistowskich ,giga chadow' z mojej szkolki noszących merche z nirvaną

chejka wariaciki, jakie sa wasze ulu piesni charles monroe i dzieciaki straszaki?

Late dawns and early sunsets
Just like my favorite scenes
Then holding hands and life was perfect
Just like up on the screen
And the whole time while always giving
Counting your face among the living
Up and down escalators
Pennies and colder fountains
Elevators and half price sales
Trapped in by all these mountains
Running away and hiding with you
I never thought they'd get me here
Not knowing you'd change from just one bite
I fought them all off just to hold you close and tight
But does anyone notice?
But does anyone care?
And if I had the guts
To put this to your head
But would anything matter
If you're already dead?
And should I be shocked now
By the last thing you said?
Before I pull this trigger
Your eyes vacant and stained
But does anyone notice?
But does anyone care?
And if I had the guts
To put this to your head
And would anything matter
If you're already dead?
And now should I be shocked
By the last thing you said?
Before I pull this trigger
Your eyes vacant and stained
And in saying you loved me
Made things harder at best
And these words changing nothing
As your body remains
And there's no room in this hell
There's no room in the next
And our memories defeat us
And I'll end this direst
But does anyone notice?
But does anyone care?
Well if I had the guts
To put this to your head
But does anything matter
If you're already dead?
And should I be shocked now
By the last thing you said?
Before I pull this trigger
Your eyes vacant and stained
And it's saying you loved me
Made things harder at best
And these words changing nothing
As your body remains
And there's no room in this hell
There's no room in the next
But does anyone notice
There's a corpse in this bed?