Tekster: Crying September Rain. Other. Shattered Hopes Of Bloody Crying Daggers.

Dear you, alone i sit in my car with a shattered version of dreams from which she decided to rain upon me, with a knife in my hand i'll cut her wrist and let it bleed into my wounds, i'll cry to myself and wonder why in my screams you can hear the faint sound of pain from my broken heart, her love killed me