Streethouse
I don't see smiles I don't see laughter I see miles and oceans of pain cold hearts soul breathe in the stale city air breathe out what could be your last b re a th convulse to them, no needles no money bastard you say? do not blame yourself do blame yourself what's the real difference when your outside in the cold alone. Written February 1st, 2002 © on Feb 01 2002 08:22 AM PST 18 • 0 • 1
AI analysis available. Enable JavaScript to interact.
About this line
"I don't see..."