The Last thing I Said to My Childhood Dog Songtext
von journal

Your
Last thoughts
Will be
Thinking of
What I think
"Poor you"
Think of me
So much refrained
I′m ashamed
I'm on my
Sudden deathbed
I′m in shame
While
Terrified
Go
I don't need
Much pleasure
No No thoughts
Formed
Are safe
I'll settle for a
Lack
Of
Pain
Oh I hang
Carry a
Light for you
Oh all I know is pain
Restrict
As I
Go
Can′t create
At all
Where are my thoughts?