Apr 28, 2004 20:40
For none of these fuckers will ever know, what i think as i go. No... no not one last time. Not for me, not for you. Not for what i find may scare me more tan if i stayed blind. I've shot the pig, I've drawn the line. I've got my nine under my shirt. Don't worry you wont get hurt. In my head ring blood tones that make me feel less alone.
biting nails, cleaning guns.
biting nails, cleaning guns.