J کے بول

dying that Thursday on a cold sidewalk redhead J couldn't hear them talk his friends had gone too scared to care leaving J all alone and bare J sad J with a light in your eyes good nature couldn't hear your struggle to survive J sad J with a twich in your smile the music wasn't good enough for you to get by recalling a childhood dream too pure to be true J knew it wouldn't come anew the wheel of life turning to hell no breath was left to him farewell J sad J with a light in your eyes good nature couldn't help your struggle to survive J sad J with a twich in your smile the music wasn't good enough for you to get by