Girls with blanked eyes lying on the ground about to die life set on a clock of lies all the heaviness above singing there songs all thaw she won’t go to haven if she did drogues her life is a tragedy and in her mined is held to gravity that’s keeping her to the ground never aloud to rise her voice to keeping her from sinking down her tragedy keeping her In gavotte losing her sanity with ever day it brings her closer to her demise with ever steppe she toke it lead her to deprive o y Kant people gusset accept me she cried and the next day she died but before she did she cried lord I give my self to your will help my female to get over my demise and gust like that like a mach going out she died and shore enough she demised but not because she died it was her will to die that finest her
cut girl 94000624 · Wed Aug 02, 2006 @ 04:54pm · 0 Comments |