man skanās
In the cold light of morning while everyone’s yawning
You’re high
In the cold light of morning
You’re drunk sick from whoring and lie
Staring back from the mirror's
A face that you don’t recognise
It’s a loser, a sinner, a cock in a dildo’s disguise
In the cold light.
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neverklever) wrote on August 27th, 2010 at 09:58 am