Bald like an eagle when born
Loud like a war has begun
Hot like lava from a volcano
Warm like an apple pie
sweet like the tears in my eyes
sour like buttermilk
*solf like a quilt
This is me all of these thing and i will remain the same
even from all this pain.
Sep 22, 2011
Sep 22, 2011 at 1:24 PM UTC
Bald like an eagle when born
Loud like a war has begun
Hot like lava from a volcano
Warm like an apple pie
sweet like the tears in my eyes
sour like buttermilk
*solf like a quilt
This is me all of these thing and i will remain the same
even from all this pain.
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