Taking back over done
Free and safely
My voice went out for style
Your right in front, then to the left, you pass right on thru
You do it so I'll be mad and now your gone.
You aim your eyes and strike a smile, I hope you know your rotten, bleed it out so I'll move on. Your right in front, then to the left pass on thru, I'm sad cause one day you'll be alone, your gold in my veins, aim your eyes and strike a smile,
- Author: Solomon ( Offline)
- Published: March 7th, 2017 02:31
- Category: Short story
- Views: 27
Comments1
Great write
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