You don't know what you're bagging for,
You think I'll always entertain you,
But I'm not the image you adore,
I'm nearly dead, now all I do
Is slowly breaking down.
I'll not always be the smartest clown
For you. I belong to nowhere,
I have no future, and I know it.
Everyone's enemy,
Always second sort,
Maybe that is what's made for me,
That's what I deserve...
Муза М.
25.04.2026
You don t know what you re bagging for
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