its like what the ****
can i plan to wreck
obviously subconciously
beneath my distracted eyes
ill make my move
ill plan it steatlthly
so quant and quiet
youll wonder how you'll ever miss me
but in the end
Youll hate the idea of ever knowning me.
Dec 14, 2010
Dec 14, 2010 at 6:43 PM UTC
its like what the ****
can i plan to wreck
obviously subconciously
beneath my distracted eyes
ill make my move
ill plan it steatlthly
so quant and quiet
youll wonder how you'll ever miss me
but in the end
Youll hate the idea of ever knowning me.
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