I can't seem,
to help myself.
Not when it's time to sleep.
Worthless thoughts,
Laid on the shelf,
As I'm slowly counting sheep.
The gun comes down,
I swing my fist,
His Bullet fires,
**** it missed.
Dec 5, 2014
Dec 5, 2014 at 3:22 AM UTC
I can't seem,
to help myself.
Not when it's time to sleep.
Worthless thoughts,
Laid on the shelf,
As I'm slowly counting sheep.
The gun comes down,
I swing my fist,
His Bullet fires,
**** it missed.
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