"Morning of..."The morning of my discontent,"Morning of..."
I knew you wanted more.
Refused to shed like rain,
I'd rather bleed the floor.
It makes me sick, to know,
the way it will be.
I still love it though,
just thought I'd make you see.
R.H. '07
VeritasIn death like coma disposition could never told me...Veritas
Veritas...veritas...
As feeble, frail I make you one pass the tongue and cheek...
You make biting overrated it makes me sick inside the last time I felt this way was when I was desperate...
Could have never told you in disposition-like death coma we have the hour, I'll be here let it come out, come out in fear
As feeble, frail I make you one pass the tongue and cheek...
The one and only truth was the only thing...
The only thing that made me
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"so far, I've been down thats true..."
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"so far, I've been down thats true..."
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