Lletres: The Casket Lottery. A Dead Dear.

So youre right, and i'm always wrong. i'll be sure give a fuck as soon as i get out of this car. i'll be sure and write. someday i'll leave you behind...someday when i change my mind. maybe i'll just forget to try. but maybe we'll be all right, maybe we wont. maybe i'll hold you when you cry, but maybe i wont. its raining outside, of course we have to fight. i'm not the only one who gets hostile sometimes. lookout! somethings in the road head. lookout! ahead....somethings in the road ahead. dead. dead. dead. dead. dead. dead. dead.