Tears cloud my judgment as well as my eyes ...
My feet can't run fast enough to get me out of the nightmare of lies.
My dreams are suffocated by this so called love.
Life is becoming a cocktail of volatile drugs.
No rest for the weary I always hear, but never has anyone ever asked why the ones were weary...
My feet can't run fast enough to get me out of the nightmare of lies.
My dreams are suffocated by this so called love.
Life is becoming a cocktail of volatile drugs.
No rest for the weary I always hear, but never has anyone ever asked why the ones were weary...
0 Speak Yo mind's I might listen...:
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