You have a distorted sense of time. You'll realize this somewhere down the line. A day alone with just you and a dime. Soon you'll say yes to "do a line." Your friends don't give a s**t about your life. You'll never get a chance to be a wife.
I don't care anyhow, I'm done with you now. What you do is up to you. But sooner or later, you'll get what's due.
At the bar, at the show, The bathroom is always where you go. Off the sink and up your nose, You try so hard but can't let go. They've always told you to give up And sooner or later, you'd had enough
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From the bottom of your heart Is where I grasped and pulled, And now the blood drains out Like a gunshot wound. Throw some coal on your fire, 'Cause your neck is caught on the wire.
What you don't realize is that you, You are on a flight directly into the sun.
Captain Scabies · Thu Mar 20, 2008 @ 05:01am · 0 Comments |