Ok I would not come up an just fuck you.
I will ask you what you like in bed and how do you...
I seek no forgiveness for my life of sin
I do not bow on my knees like most men...
Oh, baby
I feel fine...
Such a nuisance; is this damn
writers block, like a race against...
As the days progress I can feel the strangle...
In possession of a fading smile cannabinoid...
Do drunken words speak sober thoughts
What does that make drunken thoughts...
My soul is pleading for escape
Demons scratching at my door...
Trying to become a stronger me
Giving up things that comfort me...
A taunting game,
Turns to sin...
We watched me almost die
We watched it take over me...
In this smoke we hide
Running from who we are inside...
i promise to draw you a map of your mind,
so that you will never be lost in it again...