Luyện nghe bài hát On The Way To San Francisco

I dont to die
But I feel this is it

Stomach in
pounds less
A of hell
Six depression

in a love sick
World of
I cry 'cause youre
Im dying in pain, in

My love for you is
I promise this sick world Ill never
I wrote you this
I put razor into my skin

The tub
I in pain
I choke on my own
I the phone ring

to reality
Pat and I are off to the

for six months straight
Im drowning myself in and pain
Depression magnifies ten
The blood in my veins is starting to run

I want to die
I that this is it
My is in my hands

I want to die
I feel this is it
My face is in my
I slit my wrists