Do you feel the poison running, from your vains into an empty nothing.

You’re prom queen,
A drama queen
You’re so scene,
You’re overrated
Fake black hair,
You think I care
You’re so made up,
You’re overrated

Lies always come back to ya
I always knew you’d dig a
A hole to drown yourself in
Your tears will fill it up
Dig deeper try to escape
Try to reduce the pressure
Today you’ll finally taste the
Medicine you fed so much
And I did everything you said

sitter på john bauer, e sjuukt trött. får väl sova när jag kommer hem igen antar jag.


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