Mathew Lee Cothran Trust
Pleasure carries pain
I'm on a smoke break
Forever after all
Light twists on a knife
Trust no one and die
Together all alone
Showers stained by mold
I've been growing old
For nothing i suppose
A blessing and a curse
I don't know which is worse
Lightning struck me twice
And my fair-weather friend is coming round the bend if I
Let them in
Let them in
Let them in