s are lined up on the wall and they're ready to die. All these days just seem like they're getting longer. The view from our room is a gloomy and overcast grey. The weakness we left behind seems to be getting stronger. I swear there's something in the air, and I don't know what anyone could say. 'Cause I saw the news this morning, there was another Boy by the side of the road, he had a gun in his hand. I thought "Well what could you say to make it ever make sense to his mother? 'Oh ma'am (guitaretab.com)