Alexthomasdavis A Poets Thing
Check check check
Shake shake shake
I'm going down my friend
Down on the ground again
What do you think my friend
This could be the end
This could be the end
This could be the end
Sometimes I love you so
You say the sweetest things
At times I can't let go
There's no more diamond rings
You caught me down my friend
Down on myself again
What do you think my friend
This could be the end
This could be the end
This could be the end
And words leak out of me
It's just a poets thing
My angel smiles on me
But she's just broke her wing
