Mowing dead grass don't make it green.
I wish I could take back all the words I said that were mean.
I try to color my hair black but it keeps coming out in the rinse.
The only music I listen to now is Prince.
Death never says goodbye.
You just go and sometimes no one knows why.
Your absence makes people cry.
Mortal lives are too short.
Memories time distorts.
Sep 29, 2016
Sep 29, 2016 at 2:53 PM UTC
Mowing dead grass don't make it green.
I wish I could take back all the words I said that were mean.
I try to color my hair black but it keeps coming out in the rinse.
The only music I listen to now is Prince.
Death never says goodbye.
You just go and sometimes no one knows why.
Your absence makes people cry.
Mortal lives are too short.
Memories time distorts.
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