Turn to nasty now, the dark cell. The pillar of my salt. The last one out of the box. The one who broke the spell. . Little by little, by hook or by crook.
Bummed out again by your only business friend. The smell of failure is thicker than you think. Don't do this. Don't jump. . Changed shape to fit. In the end you just feel sick.
Bummed out again by your only business friend. The smell of failure is thicker than you think. Don't do this. Don't jump. . Changed shape to fit. In the end you just feel sick.