I have to have you comply
For i will take away your will to live.
In the end, you'll end it anyway.
Your lean figure leaning over a torn piece of paper
With tears in your eyes.
Some people can't bear being with a bear,
Winding up for harsh winds
Or being so close to closing yourself.
Dec 17, 2024
Dec 17, 2024 at 4:00 PM UTC
I have to have you comply
For i will take away your will to live.
In the end, you'll end it anyway.
Your lean figure leaning over a torn piece of paper
With tears in your eyes.
Some people can't bear being with a bear,
Winding up for harsh winds
Or being so close to closing yourself.
Okay this doesn't make any sense but homographs are cool, change my mind
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