.Who would go to where I grew up,
Who would care to know my last name
Who would judge my written past
When I am gone, when I am gone
I'm dizzi, I'm weak but with blood enough to notice
My fingers print in red over the curtains
My only link with pain is breakin' slowly
I think.
Have you been looking for lyrics of your favorite song, too long? Lyrics has got them all listed out for you by your favorite songwriters, artists neatly arranged by albums you love. Simply,Choose an album, artist or lyricist and start discovering lyrics of your favorite songs.
Allow To View All Exclusive Content & Notifications 🔔