September
23 October 2008
I did my time and I want out, so abusive Fate, it doesn't cut, the soul is not so vibrant The reckoning, the sickening Back at you, subversion, pseudo-sacred, pyscho virgin Go tell your classes, go d
She starts her new diet, of liquor and dick. Just like hollywood, but laced in sick. The sun goes down, and so does she. The sun goes down, and so does she. Sold out the love she had left with a cut
This is what the edge of your seat was made for, Holding on, on your own, This is what the edge of your seat was made for, And this, This is what the back of your hand was made for, Stolen apologies,
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