In which our hero, who was born to write songs, tries to figure out his life with help from the interviewer.
Wednesday, May 20, 2015
this heart of mine
I got nothing I can show you there is nothing left to say I'll just sit and sulk in silence then I'll be on my way I don't look good in self pity and I sound bad when I whine so I'm going home to hide this heart of mine
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