Leather Daddy کے بول

I loved myself, Too long, too late My soul was cleverly crafted Within deadly traps Truly beautiful, hidden within a mayan city. Now i'm writing a farewell letter to this place A suicide note, it's truly coming from the inside. I leave everything to you, Though you took it anyways What is the product of our love When we no longer want it What do we do? We made a life, turned around, and destroyed ours He just sat and watched, As his final breath drew near Doctor, what is your diagnosis? I'm not feeling too fucking well My life has been pretty sick Just one more pill till overdose I think i'm over it The hospital bed that damn cold bed We laid upon, he threw caution in the wind Took hold, gave way, and there it went. It's always nice to live life so carefree But now we are nothing.