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
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
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
