Arcassin B
Arcassin B
Dec 18, 2014

By Arcassin Burnham



Where do We don't go on from tomorrow,


Laying in puddle filled with sorrow,


We all roll so far from the barrel that..........

You cant ever stop yourself,
Please go on and fix yourself,



Where do We don't go on from tomorrow,


Laying in puddle filled with sorrow,


We all roll so far from the barrel that..........

You cant ever stop yourself,
Please go on and fix yourself,

Plus if you were accurate you have know about the human race,
And that some us worship a man that never shows his face,
I'm glad to be alive,
Sometimes I wanna die,
Just to see his face.

 
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