Born to DieBorn to die live to die fuck to die I die we die just dieBorn to Die
truth is tattooed all over my body lies fill my head with convictions and theories rob my satisfactions and rape my memories
I take naps on freeway cars pass by none of them stopping to help Im invisible I stroll the highways mile by mile walking the yellow lines
When I give up I will walk home alone only to find there is nothing there at all was it all a dream in a distant reality
a false memory raped by the reaper
children walking aimlessly on the on the
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Inhale, Exhale, Forget to Breathe.
myspace
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my god's a shallow little bitch trying to make a scene
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