Kill me.
Kill me.
Kill me.
Kill me.
Please.
Kill me.
In his mind, he had written it on the walls of his cell.
In reality, he'd not got a pen.
Either way, it didn't matter to him.
He was too busy crying.
Too busy remembering her.
Kill me.
Kill me.
Kill me.
Kill me.
Please.
Kill me.
In his mind, he had written it on the walls of his cell.
In reality, he'd not got a pen.
Either way, it didn't matter to him.
He was too busy crying.
Too busy remembering her.