I lay here, on this cold couch,In a room sadistically trying to be cozy,Staring blankly into a retrospective looking glass.I don’t know why I am the way I am.I dose the meds and I listen to their textbook questions,I search...
I lay here, on this cold couch,In a room sadistically trying to be cozy,Staring blankly into a retrospective looking glass.I don’t know why I am the way I am.I dose the meds and I listen to their textbook questions,I search...