Oh, man!
How could I foresee myself highly fighting to keep the slowly melting glue of this wonderful life?
Oh, man!
How can a human being reduce to a scorned substance and fall to the pit from the top of the hill?
Stockholm syndrome made me a pathetic junky painfully kicking the habit, bullshitting about how
flawless my life is on my Facebook page
Nothing will protect me...
Nothing will protect me from my baby
Nothing in this world will wake up till it comes to the crunch?
Death is a gift...