Jan 2013
Lately her face looks like its
Becoming hollow
Sinking in on itself
Her eyes have lost their gloss
Her lips pale
Skin translucent
Maybe shes already dead
But we just don't know it
Becoming hollow
Sinking in on itself
Her eyes have lost their gloss
Her lips pale
Skin translucent
Maybe shes already dead
But we just don't know it
(The Dirty South)
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