She's dying trying to find a reason,
whose gonna be calling her
when she's a goner for sure
too bad all she had we're
love, kisses and an eyeful persistence
from those nextdoor neighboors
and bored oversexed boys
Whats left is an etch-
of a once perfect image
no one can match
This hell of a beauty she has
now that she's dying
she might as well cry
for the living
whose fates are to suffer
this damned world
there after
What God knows
is a secret whispered
inside the ears of poets
and lyricists
who beholds the mouth
of falsehood from the muses
Treachery, Debauchery, Gaiety
those stuff old people used to know
and still we try to justify
how we are refined!
yet end up masturbating from behind
whose gonna say
whose gonna say
we're damned refined!!!
I'M SICK AND TIRED...DUNNO IF I HAVE THE SO CALLED SWINE FLU BUT HELL I'VE JUST CONTAMINATED SOME WEIRD NOSE RUN FROM DRINKING TOO MUCH MOOOOOO MILK ;] AND SOME COKE ZERO STUFF PLUS OTAP!!!
