Tekster:
Casket Lottery The Survival Is For Cowards

It's been years since you left me. Since you ran away. And you walk on by. You think I'm lost and I am. I can read your thoughts. But survival is for cowards

please. This could be the day die. Someone tell me, am I even alive? Tell me I'm asleep. Only fear holds me tonight. And it's a wonder if I survive. With

Can you see those lights? That's where I live. Or should I say since you, that's where I lived. Sometimes at night when the tower starts flashing red

down. Every time you talk I want to rush over and shut your mouth. It's these little things lately that sweep me off of my feet. You knock me down for

knows. Nobody ever told what really happened. The river was swollen when they found him in it, and it rained all weekend on the bridge (leaving town). This is how I see it, this is