Trail And Terror

<br>cover yourself with everything you can just to walk outside buried inside, an artificial tan with everything to hide positive this can`t be right well january`s cold and february`s colder but i can`t stand to hold her anymore and now that i am older i wish that i had told her cut yourself free please abandon me before things get really bad don`t blame yourself for my curiosity i swear it`s not your fault a trial and error tragedy with these bitter tears i swear they`re filled with salt positive this can`t be right