I can't move
or I choose not to
I wait for any sign of compassion
even when it does arive
I'd rather sit about in my own filth
No way of knowing what will become of this tragic mess
Only way to see the days
Is to look inside
Pull out all the ****
it's all made of red white & tissue.
Nothing made of anything worth
Just continuing to gain the lesser value.
Mar 7, 2013
Mar 7, 2013 at 6:54 PM UTC
I can't move
or I choose not to
I wait for any sign of compassion
even when it does arive
I'd rather sit about in my own filth
No way of knowing what will become of this tragic mess
Only way to see the days
Is to look inside
Pull out all the ****
it's all made of red white & tissue.
Nothing made of anything worth
Just continuing to gain the lesser value.
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