24 November 2012
Brother put your needles down the best thing for you is to leave this awful town. Pretty soon you'll have kids to feed. If you see mother tell her I can sing.
Please don't worry, I am doing fine. You're much to busy to even find the time. So use you chemicals and take this to your grave. The boys you left, are men you didn't raise.
And Daddy, how are you today? You must be pround of the boys you have raised. Your withered heart and everything its seen. Your cuts and calloused hands, you had kids to feed. You had kids to feed. - Escape the Fate The Day I Left the Womb
The Day I Left the Womb • Opuss № I