I'm a bad bad man
(I take it in the can!)
There was nothing to run from at all
(but I ran)
I smell the blood in your matted hair
with your nodding to nothingness
and to everywhere
After all I was
wasn't I
Aug 10, 2012
Aug 10, 2012 at 3:42 AM UTC
I'm a bad bad man
(I take it in the can!)
There was nothing to run from at all
(but I ran)
I smell the blood in your matted hair
with your nodding to nothingness
and to everywhere
After all I was
wasn't I
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