i wish i could tell you the truth but youd hate me forevre so i try find exsusis to talk to you and grantid some of them are pritey petetic but its all i dear do this could go horably wrong but at the same time it could be the best thing in the world i hope if you reed this you will never know but at the same time i whant you to but i dont but i do its all fuckt up if you look at it but hay thats my life for you fuckt up a mess… lacing a sens of yer […]
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are you still with me…no…ok…good biy ( this is espeshaley for dave_n and whating for the light and the people who made me feel agen in 5 years)
written by why i dont no
are you still with me
do you still care
if i were to diy tomorow
wood you even note
the one who calld out in silens
in the boling crowd
the one who was forgoten
never to be known
drownd out by the back grownd nose
that titend rownd his nakid from
and sqwesd the air from with in
know my cuts tell storeys
that no man can tell
know my songs are sagas
that make sens to only me
when you here a war cry
will you think of me
my words are so much like it
with the cold hate and empthey
IM SHOUTING FROM THE ROOF TOPS !
CRYING TO THE WOLD !
WHY AM I INVISBUL !
DEAD TO THE WOLD !
ALL THE […]