A thorn in my side, chip on my shoulder. A lump in my throat, the size of a boulder. The chill up my spine, can' t get any colder. And you wonder why I can't smile.
A thorn in my side, chip on my shoulder. A lump in my throat, the size of a boulder. The chill up my spine, can' t get any colder. And you wonder why I can't smile.
Hear me, speaking. Asking why I even bother. Tell me, how you. Live from day to day. . Take your time and look around. Is this utopia you've found. . Sick of all of this.
Headline: "Murder, young girl killed. Desperate shooting at Echo's Hill. . Dreadful ending, killer died. Evidently suicide.". A witness heard a horrifying sound.