I looked into your eyes and discovered your life was a lie.
You were more worried about the size of your thighs than being alive.
You told me you wanted to die and every day I asked myself why.
I look at the sky and think to myself could you have come up with better lies?
Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 11:44 PM UTC
I looked into your eyes and discovered your life was a lie.
You were more worried about the size of your thighs than being alive.
You told me you wanted to die and every day I asked myself why.
I look at the sky and think to myself could you have come up with better lies?
