caked up and faked up,
she's obsessed with the outside.
nothing earned,
She's a song unsung
She's the wild orchid in your ugly
fucked it up again. but im not looking the other
old man, i heard some things about the boy you
the gold your greed is thirsting for
is evil's root and
hard bark on the family tree
october leaves on massachusetts' trees.
a
This so-call "shit" is what I live for, its why
she's a song unsung
she's the wild orchid in your ugly
how many miles until i get out of this rectangular
Just take a fucking good look at just what you
let me tell you a story about the man who
sisters starving, brothers begging
mothers mourning, fathers folding
when i loo
the taste of the floor reminds me of the skin
that
(A breaking!) in spirit, (A breaking!) in promise, (A breaking!)
Left with images of you pouring from my eyes:You young,
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