yourself on the fucking back you cleansed it up for the family took out every lesson to be made convinced it never happened try and skew all the fucking
i was born and this evening i will die. tomorrow i will stumble through without eyes living and surviving simply means that i keep dying a litany of
A man takes his seat by himself he stares at his plate life has taken a bite i want to cry or just cry out wanting to speak but i don't even try so we
Step towards the line how close can you before you fall right in the show me something something new and original i cant help feeling that i'm holding
