Texty:
River City High Forgets Their Manners

such thing as a second chance. There's no.. there's no.. there's no.. wouldn't say that I've been beat. Battered and bruised but still far from defeat. So long, forget

Everything falls apart it doesn't seem right. I take it personally and out of spite. To be born is to also have an end. Unless you take the great times

There's a hurricane in my cup. Just like the one in my chest. Promised it wouldn't turn out like this. I used to look up when i made a wish. Promised