Thought 21/ 101
© Jay Deed Esq.
Dear God it's your lost child speaking
I'm sick to death of the lies and the cheating
Seeing innocents being beaten for no reason
Friends turn their back
To me thats the deepest treason /
My friend died I have never cried harder
Left that cementary quicker than my...
Dear God it's your lost child speaking
I'm sick to death of the lies and the cheating
Seeing innocents being beaten for no reason
Friends turn their back
To me thats the deepest treason /
My friend died I have never cried harder
Left that cementary quicker than my...