I find no humor in letting yourself stray away, from those pictures.
When they cause you to see shame in yourself, you can run from your problems.
But they'll follow you like a trend,
One shot to forgetting, six shots to falling in the end.
Your mind is like a candle stick, my ambitions are constantly burning out.
I'd hate to, rain on your parade
When they cause you to see shame in yourself, you can run from your problems.
But they'll follow you like a trend,
One shot to forgetting, six shots to falling in the end.
Your mind is like a candle stick, my ambitions are constantly burning out.
I'd hate to, rain on your parade