My ears are bleeding from the shit that spills from your mouth I have had enough,Ive given up,its not what we're about. I know your bored because
Somewhere down the line we have lost sight, interpatation trashed, a sceen built on thugs. values were once the same,what do you have to gain. intimadation
Take these eyes as serious as this glare. take these hands as serious as thier grip, around your neck tightning so I am unable to hear your lies,
The cycle that we call life, leaves scars and bruises of memories...memories. nothing stays constant through out our exsistance, raped of bliss....
