Hard times, good times,bad times,high times
How many times, did we talk about this?
For I commited crimes upon your eyes,
And how many times was I forgiven?
I believe a couple of times,
Lies the thing that,
I'm used to be good at,
Which made you cry and freightened,
Forgiveness is not what I ask,
It's the presence,
That's all that I'm yacking of,
But it seemed that you're either deafened or muted, but I'm certain that you have not been polluted,
Defiant of Christ, somewhat Agnostic?,
But in the Kings eyes it's all translucent.
Jul 24, 2018
Jul 24, 2018 at 11:03 AM UTC
Hard times, good times,bad times,high times
How many times, did we talk about this?
For I commited crimes upon your eyes,
And how many times was I forgiven?
I believe a couple of times,
Lies the thing that,
I'm used to be good at,
Which made you cry and freightened,
Forgiveness is not what I ask,
It's the presence,
That's all that I'm yacking of,
But it seemed that you're either deafened or muted, but I'm certain that you have not been polluted,
Defiant of Christ, somewhat Agnostic?,
But in the Kings eyes it's all translucent.
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