Is this bad timing or just bad luck
The worst thing you could do is to stay
It'd be best if you just left
me to down in thoughts of you
I'd rather paint a perfect picture of imagination
Than let you **** my color pallet
With the truth of demons inside you
Because it will always remain the same
The simplest constant that you contain
I can play and play and play but
I'll never beat you at this game.
Mar 10, 2013
Mar 10, 2013 at 1:29 PM UTC
Is this bad timing or just bad luck
The worst thing you could do is to stay
It'd be best if you just left
me to down in thoughts of you
I'd rather paint a perfect picture of imagination
Than let you **** my color pallet
With the truth of demons inside you
Because it will always remain the same
The simplest constant that you contain
I can play and play and play but
I'll never beat you at this game.
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