No more lies to feed the fires, no more flames to feed the liars, no more greed within my shame, no more food to feed my game. Im tired and restless, like any of you would understand, such a controversial loser who just stands to be bland? Believe it I know that most of you laugh, or maybe if you didnt youll base me off the past. I used to be what I am no more, my rain, my hurricane, this is MY storm. Ill learn to love while youll learn to lose, does anybody take serious about my blues?? Well now theyre reds, my past is dead, because of the memories suffocating my head. My bullet, my lead, my target, youre dead. Watch and see, Ill get ahead. Metaphoric attribution, youll never again deserve My new revolution.
Posted on: Mon, 27 Jan 2014 07:53:47 +0000
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