In my head, im poked over and over again. God im tired, of this and that s**t.I cant see you, but ******** it because you cant see true.I am blue. I stay below ground level, so I cant be discovered.I cant get my story through. Who do you think I am, He was, He still, I kill for fun and I dont run. I am here, still shooting shots of beer. I dont really care how you see me. Im still ******** free.He he he he he he is here for you. I cant see, blind to be, I can bleed.
ha ha ha son · Mon Dec 17, 2007 @ 01:38am · 0 Comments |