Anyone can give up. It's the easiest thing in the world to do. |
Because your the kind of guy |
The paramedics say; |
Broken knuckles. broken heart |
BOY:: what should i do? |
Dearly Beloved, we are gathered here today to mourn yet another empty soul for whom death was the only way out. |
Sitting in the blood on the floor, |
They don't know, in her skin razors sink. |
Her arms now full of lines, Her artistic way of doing things, Instead of complaints and whines |
Dolled up hair, fake skin on...baby your just a make up kind of beauty |