light fuse,
run away.
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12:12 AM, Plastic Tramp
Thursday, December 4, 2008
He looks as if he hasnt slept, his hair is purposely unkept And then he knew his people wept, when you crafted your plan The shadows underneath the eyes, and everywhere the bastard lies My lack of proof is your disguise, you won't remember me There's nothing really I can say, but sorry mate and walk away I could be wrong unless you play your game, This world is cruel and most unkind and horrible is redefined, I can't imagine that you'd mind at all |