Haters, perpetual writers, check this out: It's the underground railroad; a slave break through my head. That sweet black powder creeps out the end with the winners yelling, “Look who pulled the trigger!”
I made a wrong turn, It wasn't right.
Don't forgive me once but do it twice,
Cuz these girls are saying,
“Let's turn on the water and make steam tonight”.
Here's to your Leftovers. RIP to him. You could keep him preserved with the ice in your veins. Did the guilt ever get to you? Did you ever mention my name?
Enough of the Past
A Kiss with my Writing.
Enough clinging to your name.
Who could desire this fame?
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