Ivory skin
True goth within
Don't hold your grin boy
It will get stuck in the wind
Suicidal love letters
To explain my final sin
Boy says your life is nothing
And loners should play their violin
As I looked down from the bridge sullenly
I realized losers never win
Apr 15, 2019
Apr 15, 2019 at 7:35 AM UTC
Ivory skin
True goth within
Don't hold your grin boy
It will get stuck in the wind
Suicidal love letters
To explain my final sin
Boy says your life is nothing
And loners should play their violin
As I looked down from the bridge sullenly
I realized losers never win
**** the people who put you down.
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