smoke the tar down in yr lungs only feel to feel so numb drown yr child in birthday cake for he was happy then tear the skin off of yr face try and recognize its place but even if it wasn't there you still just shouldn't care
pretend that you are not alone inside yr empty funeral home dead inside like yr casket i see you lying there smoke the tar down in yr lungs only feel to feel so numb
when i see you i hope i can fall asleep and never wake up
tired of being awake ill take all yr klonopin crush them up so delicately like the bones of my most loved enemy and ill stab myself in the chest wont be happy, wont be sad but oh god its for the bestTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
