I dont know if it makes any sense
I dont know if your lies stink
Or if its your distinctive smell
I dont care if these lines rhyme
Look at you, its been awhile
Well come on down, lets drink a few
Lets talk about how mountains grew
And yet you feeding me these lies
Today I am alive, tomorrow I might die
This poem is just like the rest
No rest from all the pain in chest
No sunshine without rain
No money, nobody to blame
Fuck off with all your sorrows
I am a man, my bitches sing in chorus
All i can do is write some retarded shit down
Good night, sweet dreams, unfollow, unsubscribe
Сентябрь 2020
i dont know
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