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I bullied Mr. Mod and Rafal out of East Trenton

Man wuld i krill to be u

Orville Jones

'Cause this world swallows souls
And when the blues unfold
It gets cold silence burns holes
You're going mad
Perhaps you always were
But when things was good you just didn't care
This is called irony
When you most need to get up you got no energy
Time and time ♥♥♥♥'ll happen
The dark ♥♥♥♥'s unwrapping
But no-one's listening your mates are laughing
Your brethren's ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ and then you start hating
Your stomach starts churning and you mind starts turning.
So smoke another draw
It won't matter no more but the next day still feels sore
Rain taps on your window
Always did tho but you didn't hear it when things were so-so
You're on your own now
Your little zone you were born alone and believe me you'll die alone
Weed becomes a chore
You want the buzz back so you follow the others onto smack