From the outside in. You would bet his life was perfect
Deep deeds low enough to crush a man surface
But the reason isn’t valid and his efforts weren’t worth it
He tried to **** himself on snap and hoped that she’d record it
Had a feeling that his family wouldn’t care.
He tried to tell them all but they probably didn’t hear
He tried to hit the gas with the reaper on his rear
Crashed right into depression it was standing like a deer...
Jun 11, 2019
Jun 11, 2019 at 5:29 AM UTC
From the outside in. You would bet his life was perfect
Deep deeds low enough to crush a man surface
But the reason isn’t valid and his efforts weren’t worth it
He tried to **** himself on snap and hoped that she’d record it
Had a feeling that his family wouldn’t care.
He tried to tell them all but they probably didn’t hear
He tried to hit the gas with the reaper on his rear
Crashed right into depression it was standing like a deer...
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