i don't know how i'm gonna get through tomorrow.
i'm at the pit of sorrow.
i don't know how i'm gonna get through the rest of this week.
with the flies of betrayal flaring around me, so to speak.
i don't know how I'm gonna get through the one after that.
any volunteers to drop me in a toxic vat?
because anything could feel better than this.
at least there i could find bliss.
and i know this comprehension is two-sided.
however, could you walk through a tunnel called misguided?
my apologies, my thoughts are in knots.
but i suppose irony has a way of perceiving, reason does not.
May 16, 2013
May 16, 2013 at 3:01 AM UTC
i don't know how i'm gonna get through tomorrow.
i'm at the pit of sorrow.
i don't know how i'm gonna get through the rest of this week.
with the flies of betrayal flaring around me, so to speak.
i don't know how I'm gonna get through the one after that.
any volunteers to drop me in a toxic vat?
because anything could feel better than this.
at least there i could find bliss.
and i know this comprehension is two-sided.
however, could you walk through a tunnel called misguided?
my apologies, my thoughts are in knots.
but i suppose irony has a way of perceiving, reason does not.
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