The air is cut with cyonide in honor of the New Year
Well today was my birthday and its sad that so many people forgot it. but hey i dont care. all of a sudden my memory became blurry on when some peoples birthdays are. uh-oh, tough luck maybe next year. Theres music playing but we dance to the beat of our own black hearts. School tomorow... yipee i cant wait... pfffft yea right. Jet black.. the ink that spells YOUR name, Jet Black... the blood thats in YOUR veins. goodnight Chicago.