Born Welsh, speaking English, living in Scotland, 23, Sound Engineering student.
Tell me to go to hell So that we can finally walk I can try to drown out all the voices So that then we can talk I've been awake four days straight
By Sam Hardaker6 years ago in Poets
I can't get the taste of her away A bitterness that I'd happily take straight Tequila doesn't quite hit like her Her eyes see through me
When I'm sad I can't cry When I'm sad I always lie When I'm sad I'll leave you alone I'll run away, I'll be on my own I fall apart in every way