They tell me
Absence makes the heart grow fonder
but I hate you.
Walking under a ladder is bad for the soul
but I like to.
Don't break a mirror you'll have bad luck
I broke them all so I could no longer see.
Don't do drugs
Why?
I was hoping it would **** this monster
in my bloodstream.
Don't inject
I'm dependent on everything else.
Don't cry
but I don't paint my face.
May 28, 2014
May 28, 2014 at 3:45 PM UTC
They tell me
Absence makes the heart grow fonder
but I hate you.
Walking under a ladder is bad for the soul
but I like to.
Don't break a mirror you'll have bad luck
I broke them all so I could no longer see.
Don't do drugs
Why?
I was hoping it would **** this monster
in my bloodstream.
Don't inject
I'm dependent on everything else.
Don't cry
but I don't paint my face.
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