Jun 09, 2005 15:58
i dont' even know what your face looks like
how will i know what to expect?
when i slice my fucking wrists.
your mistake is my regret.
you've missed all holidays and so i won't find your grave
the gun is in who's hands now?
i put this barrel in your mouth and i can see the sweat gleaming on your brow
do you know what to expect now?
who was your son?
who have you killed...