wheres the bathroom

I’ll Never Sleep Again ゛,

Baby

Maybe tonight

Waiting

For a phone call

On the east side

That was my fault

I was wishing

Wasn’t so drunk

. . .

Pink tears

Falling tonight

Through the red blush

On the other side

I was thinking

This would never end

Now I’m screaming

Through a nightmare

i am kind

i am in control of my emotions

it does not bother me when someone is in the kitchen while i was planning to be in there alone

everyone in the house has the right to be in the kitchen