Luyện nghe bài hát On The Way To San Francisco

I dont to die
But I feel that is it

Stomach in
Twenty pounds
A weekend of
Six depression

Lost in a love
World of
I cry youre gone
Im in pain, in pain

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

The tub
I awaken in
I on my own blood
I hear the phone

to reality
Pat and I are off to the

for six months straight
Im drowning myself in alcohol and
magnifies times ten
The blood in my veins is to run thin

I dont to die
I feel this is it
My is in my hands

I want to die
I feel that is it
My face is in my
Again I my wrists