head to toe in lighting, it's constantly changing when I'm around. Days left before this is over and done with. The sheets keep whispering "will you make
the other side with you and I know, I know you try so damn hard to be so happy. So you say, what do I do now that you are me? I'll fade with time, just
so you slash pretty skin. You told me they drove you to it. How many times do I have to turn the switch to warn you about jumping in the back of the cars
and sky again. How sad it is when you spill your guts on the paper. It only neglects you and never relieves. In every corner and space I search for you
all of you Two round holes cut into this fabric. And I will slide it over my head. I'll chase you for all hours. I never see you make the effort to chase
to make conversation when I could careless of what you're doing, what are you doing? And I know you never cared 'till now. All my days go back to when you
get the pavement moving. The easy solution to this and everything else is to move on. It comes equipped with the last word. they find ways to drag you along and dismantle what you
to remember the word content was. There isn't much to open eyes for. I want to be excited just haven't been educated yet. Wonder how long it will take before
Sir you've opened your eyes too late in the day. They wait for you in the room. You know they are having conversations of punishment. Last night you
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religiously, thinking the same black thoughts. As always you weren't lying next to me, with that smirk on your face right then. Were you giving me the
. Harm is an acquaintance and says it's not very fond of you. Just this once "stay" I say. "I'll see you soon" he says. Until you come back I will stay
off and step on the receipt before I foot the bill Listen garden tool don't me introduce you to my power tool You know the fucking drill How you douche bags feel knowing you
long before we're all gonna die Happy birthday Happy birthday to you Happy birthday Happy birthday to you Well, what's the matter, little friend, you
? Gettin' pussy all nite (Well all rite cha) Yeah yeah Well who them cats you can call on, when you wanna brawl? (Get drunk as hell) And so on (Well all
your booty shawty Im the shit Why you think Proof used to call me Doody You can sound the alarm You can call out your guards You can fence in your yard You
