Journals

Saint (Yeah) Starting on these journals Im sorry and I never meant to hurt you But this thing started in the winter A late bloomer, another day, another dollar Give me your energy, then what’s the problem? I know you cursed it Ill kiss your cursed lips Its what we wanted So tell me what’s the verdict I hope she takes care of you while gone And babe, I wish you the best But before I go I got some things to get off my chest... And I never want to see you again But I know that this ain’t the end This ain’t the end No, this ain’t the end And I never want to see you again But I know that this ain’t the end This ain’t the end No, this ain’t the end (Break it down now)