James Three

Unlash my dreams, I don't want to ‘phone, say what you’ve done to me, I'm not a loon, who seeks to atone, a search for love, the life of every has-been, who lives through their ghosts, is that what you mean, even if you knew, I once burned the toast, it's not something to rue, this is my scene, what you try to clone, a face on withered leaves, hate where I'm going, a knife to my throat, ocean waves roll, you know where I've been, won't let out a groan, stifle your screams, I’m going I’m gone.