Re: Jesus, not the first
Well, I do like the red wine. Thing is, my wife wouldn't glare at me for being rude to a guest but would join in or at least, cheer me on.
A simple souvenir of someone's kill
And like the sea
I'm constantly changing from calm to ill
Madness fills my heart and soul as if the great divide could swallow me whole
oh, how I'm breaking down