Shooting Blank
I turned twenty-eight last month
I should be building a home for my babies.
I look at the bricks, the metal, at the wood
There won't be any babies.
I'm shooting blanks
These are my babies.
I should be building a home for my babies.
I look at the bricks, the metal, at the wood
There won't be any babies.
I'm shooting blanks
These are my babies.