“Music it my therapy, my way or sorting out life!”
Run Like HellBy Carly Bak
I wish I could see you through someone else's eyesI would leave you in a heartbeat...Now wouldn't that be wise!
But there are to many strings attached...to many beds I've madeso I guess I have to sleep in it ... that's the price I'll pay
My soul is sold, I've nothing left to sellI should just pick myself up and run like hell!
But the sheets are wrapped around me so tightthat my brain is dead and my knuckles whiteIf only I could see the light