Tác giả: Billy Corgan

Leaves

The leaves, they don't change here. the leaves don't change here, so I never saw it coming. winter hit me, Hiroshima, where did the sun go? just the...

Try, Try, Try

Pop tart. what's our mission. do we know. but never listen. for too long. they held me under. but I hear. it's almost over. in Detroit. on a Memphis...