object of this abuse I've given up on the dying, it never gave me your peace Smile big, sit straight now, let go of all your dreams Bleed yourself dry boy
the object of this abuse I've given up on the dying; it never gave me your peace Smile big, sit straight now, let go of all your dreams Bleed yourself dry boy
be the object of this abuse I've given up on the dying; it never gave me your peace Smile big, sit straight now, let go of all your dreams Bleed yourself dry boy