Sleepy, sleepy, sleepy girl
Creepy, creepy little miss
You barely get by
You never cry
Or is that just some planned out lie?
Little Bubble; she babbles and blunders.
Full of wonder; she's falling under.
Fender ****** she'll blend the rubble.
Bent up rebel, don't fall under.
Cryptic Mystery.
Listen to My Story.
Get by on Misery.
(It's a Mystery,
But it's My story)
Listen to Misery.
Sleepy, sleepy little lady
Losing grip.
Don't lose your mind,
Your kind mind.
You're Lying.
Crying. Dying. Sleeping.
Creeping away.
Strife.
Sleeping away your Life
Nov 30, 2011
Nov 30, 2011 at 3:58 AM UTC
Sleepy, sleepy, sleepy girl
Creepy, creepy little miss
You barely get by
You never cry
Or is that just some planned out lie?
Little Bubble; she babbles and blunders.
Full of wonder; she's falling under.
Fender ****** she'll blend the rubble.
Bent up rebel, don't fall under.
Cryptic Mystery.
Listen to My Story.
Get by on Misery.
(It's a Mystery,
But it's My story)
Listen to Misery.
Sleepy, sleepy little lady
Losing grip.
Don't lose your mind,
Your kind mind.
You're Lying.
Crying. Dying. Sleeping.
Creeping away.
Strife.
Sleeping away your Life
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