What kind of paradise am I looking for,
When I’m rich in love, and wealth I am poor?
My mind is so ******* empty,
But I remain to be one of the friendly,
Acting as if there is nothing wrong,
But, really my arms are my way to play this sad song.
Hurry up and tear me up,
I’m slowly waiting for death….yup.
Aug 11, 2018
Aug 11, 2018 at 3:44 PM UTC
What kind of paradise am I looking for,
When I’m rich in love, and wealth I am poor?
My mind is so ******* empty,
But I remain to be one of the friendly,
Acting as if there is nothing wrong,
But, really my arms are my way to play this sad song.
Hurry up and tear me up,
I’m slowly waiting for death….yup.
If you understand, I’m sorry. Stay strong friend.
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