When, my, time comes around Lay me gently in the cold dark earth No grave can hold my body down I'll crawl home to her That's when my baby found me I was three days on a drunken sin I woke with her walls around me Nothin in her room but an empty crib And I was burnin up a fever I didn't care much how long I lived But I swear I thought I dreamed her She never asked me once about the wrong I did.
you stayed when anyone else would've bailed.
amanda. 20 something (for now). bibliophile. thespian. sufferer of anxiety and depression. writer. dreamer. dedicated to the incomperable jackson teller and in memory of the good days of tara knowles. multifandom. not necessarily a spoiler free blog.