The curse of Carolina... the world will tell you, I'm better with a ticket in hand.Been wasting my time standing in corners of kitchens at every party wondering what the hell I was ever thinking.
We're all a gallery of broken hearts, so come on in and see us on display. A museum for the lonely. Hope the lights hit us just right so they can criticize, and form the correct opinion of what the artist was thinking when He created us.
They close their blinds to people dying. Imagine that.... these bullets I'm swallowing are you.
