Do the laughs die when. One such as I run. And allow myself. Time for own true needs. . When convincing me. That you're on my team. May not lie to me.
My pain is self-chosen, at least so The Prophet says. I could either burn or cut off my pride and buy some time. A head full of lies is the weight, tied to my waist.
Lifeless dead, that unclean bed, till or when her hunger's fed. How he'd wished that they would wed I promise on our love she said. Promises were never kept alone on dirty floor he slept.
Artificial red, smoke, poison consumed. In the house of ill repute. Is this the way I spend my days. In recovery of a fatal disease?. . Ooh, ooh. Ooh, ooh.