B
Bullitt
Guest
The burning in the back of my eyes,
The feeling of a lump in my throat,
The evil intent rising up in my mind,
The feeling is incomprehensible,
The constant reminder of something forgotten,
The inevitable lapse into despair,
The beginning of what could be the ending,
Calling your last orders at the bar...
I'm far too broke for the pub because of the damn bank..... <_<
The feeling of a lump in my throat,
The evil intent rising up in my mind,
The feeling is incomprehensible,
The constant reminder of something forgotten,
The inevitable lapse into despair,
The beginning of what could be the ending,
Calling your last orders at the bar...
I'm far too broke for the pub because of the damn bank..... <_<
