Why her I ask, my bestfriend gone.
Why her I ask, life not so long.
Why her I ask, no where to turn.
Why her I ask, repeating curse.
Why her I ask, she’s in a hearse.
Why her I ask, she was the first.
Why her I ask,
Why her
Why
Nov 21, 2011
Nov 21, 2011 at 2:15 PM UTC
Why her I ask, my bestfriend gone.
Why her I ask, life not so long.
Why her I ask, no where to turn.
Why her I ask, repeating curse.
Why her I ask, she’s in a hearse.
Why her I ask, she was the first.
Why her I ask,
Why her
Why
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