a mixture made so pure
saly shots of liquor and
devistation held so dear
frustraton fills you up inside
and the cursed voodo dreams
of yours lovers became infatuated
with you stabbing at those
selfless acts you never wanted
seen an ego really wanted
and soon the truth comes
clean taking this and
caring not of others
in your way and as the
rainbows bright get duller
and lee nom more
her wings are tonr leaving
gaushes of mercyful sorrow
again and again visions so clear
become burred as the life
drips from hereyes in liquid
form tearful romance combined
with heartfelt hatred is seemingly
repetative he mssage once handed
backwards now remains uncoaded
and still not undersood 77%
of being remains behind
us and there is nothing left for
you... nohing left to do. |
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