Well this place is old It feels just like a beat up truck I turn - TopicsExpress

Well this place is old It feels just like a beat up truck I turn the engine, but the engine doesnt turn Well it smells of cheap wine & cigarettes This place is always such a mess Sometimes I think Id like to watch it burn Im so alone, and I feel just like somebody else Man, I aint changed, but I know I aint the same But somewhere here in between the city walls of dyin dreams I think her death it must be killin me