The Name Is Chris
Sitting in this room playing Russian roulette,
Finger on the trigger to my dear Juliet,
Out from the window see your back drop silhouette,
This blood on my hands is something I cannot forget,
I hope you there's ice on all the roads, and I hope you think of me when you forget your seatbelt, and again when your head goes through the windsheild
Don't tell me you still want to be my friend.
Cold, but I'm still here.
You're so endearing.
Sitting in this room playing Russian roulette,
Finger on the trigger to my dear Juliet,
Out from the window see your back drop silhouette,
This blood on my hands is something I cannot forget,
I hope you there's ice on all the roads, and I hope you think of me when you forget your seatbelt, and again when your head goes through the windsheild
Don't tell me you still want to be my friend.
Cold, but I'm still here.
You're so endearing.
- Last seen on May 7 10:05 AM. Member since February 14.
- I am a 18 year old man from Kansas (United States)
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