Everything Hurts
Bright Campa
[Poem]
Sunday when I found out you left us in the cold
Weeping, dreaming, as I'm sleeping
I will never forget it, changed my mindset
End up in the Gazette, making cassettes
People trying to be my asset set me up for death
Duet with the Devil, it’s a regret
It's too late to reset, living in the present
Hoping to see the next sunset
