Wayward frustrations on empty
Running futile thoughts, how ideal!
Dissect this manifest, leaving town for what?
One for sorrow, one for sorrow, one for sorrow
and its done. Clean up, get out and start again.
Jan 16, 2012
Jan 16, 2012 at 7:04 PM UTC
Wayward frustrations on empty
Running futile thoughts, how ideal!
Dissect this manifest, leaving town for what?
One for sorrow, one for sorrow, one for sorrow
and its done. Clean up, get out and start again.
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