facing it
debasing it
erasing it
not too well does it sit
pray tell how could that be
you can't go forcing it
missing what you thought you could see
turn your back on it
and pay the price
you wish the hallway was lit
it's dark as hell no dice
I think I'll die when I see fit
a tuxedo and a rose will suffice
Oct 17, 2015
Oct 17, 2015 at 9:05 PM UTC
facing it
debasing it
erasing it
not too well does it sit
pray tell how could that be
you can't go forcing it
missing what you thought you could see
turn your back on it
and pay the price
you wish the hallway was lit
it's dark as hell no dice
I think I'll die when I see fit
a tuxedo and a rose will suffice
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