You hung me like a picture, now I’m just a frame I used to be your lap dog, now I’m just a stray Shackled in a graveyard, left here to decay Left here to decay, left here to decay, I’m … Continue reading
Because not everyone in Calgary is a Cowboy
The art of making a silk purse out of a sow's ear.
Crazy is relative. Just ask my relatives. And music!