your compliments are no good, we dont care for that, just the information and meanings. i have a feeling hes talking about the actual kennedy's; crazy bastard.
by the way Dallas Green is singing :
writing this letter to you, i slice my wrists by way of paper scars and picture frames of all you left behind...when white bleeds into red
your compliments are no good, we dont care for that, just the information and meanings. i have a feeling hes talking about the actual kennedy's; crazy bastard. by the way Dallas Green is singing : writing this letter to you, i slice my wrists by way of paper scars and picture frames of all you left behind...when white bleeds into red