Would you call back if I wrote you a song?
And if I told you what was wrong?
What the **** is your problem, all you do is shatter the world,
And you sit in the cataclysm of your destruction.
Who in the hell are you,
Are you the man in the mirror,
Or are you the demons under your bed?
Why do you keep listening to the voices in your god **** head?
Stop taking those pills,
And quit pounding the liquor,
I get that you miss how you felt with her…
**** it man,
If you don’t quit this you’re gonna fall,
While the reaper stands over you,
10.
Feet.
Tall.
Apr 18, 2018
Apr 18, 2018 at 9:15 PM UTC
Would you call back if I wrote you a song?
And if I told you what was wrong?
What the **** is your problem, all you do is shatter the world,
And you sit in the cataclysm of your destruction.
Who in the hell are you,
Are you the man in the mirror,
Or are you the demons under your bed?
Why do you keep listening to the voices in your god **** head?
Stop taking those pills,
And quit pounding the liquor,
I get that you miss how you felt with her…
**** it man,
If you don’t quit this you’re gonna fall,
While the reaper stands over you,
10.
Feet.
Tall.
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