I died
You shoved my head down and I won't fight
You needed my heighth
I needed your plenty,
we sit still empty
A world of more, although we feel poor
We hit that Whammy
Thank God the devil is cunning
No possession just an impression
I'm a point away from saying, "ok you can have it your way"
Tonight I breathe tight and sleep with one eye
Cheers to my fright
I am always prepared for that last bite
May 23, 2018
May 23, 2018 at 3:12 AM UTC
I died
You shoved my head down and I won't fight
You needed my heighth
I needed your plenty,
we sit still empty
A world of more, although we feel poor
We hit that Whammy
Thank God the devil is cunning
No possession just an impression
I'm a point away from saying, "ok you can have it your way"
Tonight I breathe tight and sleep with one eye
Cheers to my fright
I am always prepared for that last bite
