It's placed squarely in the upper corner.
I'll send you away,
And wash my hands of you forever.
You'll tell quite a tale-
And it may be honest,
But it's certainly not true.
My gold hair still reflects the sunshine
Back to your wet but empty eyes
That tell your earnest, bumbling mind
To take the straight and narrow path
Directly towards oblivion.
Mar 17, 2011
Mar 17, 2011 at 10:20 AM UTC
It's placed squarely in the upper corner.
I'll send you away,
And wash my hands of you forever.
You'll tell quite a tale-
And it may be honest,
But it's certainly not true.
My gold hair still reflects the sunshine
Back to your wet but empty eyes
That tell your earnest, bumbling mind
To take the straight and narrow path
Directly towards oblivion.
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