Из альбома: Late Night Conversations
It's in these letters that we write to our friends and family
Spilling secrets of our past, a brief history
Packed with pills, alcohol, and cuts that run so deep
So we must stand up for the ones we love
And give them hope before they fall down
So they say i've lost and i've found, and i've found no way out
Of this mess that we have made
So let me get this straight
You want out
Or just to leave town