Oaklee

You scream the news, in troubled nights, to everyone you knew, sung to the different bums, left hanging on the line, once you loved then let run, sounds like lose this crew, don't come easy you cry, avoid as they look at you, not just me you shunned, swimming against the tide, you left all of us done. no matter who you use, however hard you try, you are not immune, who cares what is numbed, something deep inside, shines beyond my love, who will sing your blues, clouds fill the sky, death brings no easy due, never a good sign. .