Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Go
Don't ask me where I go.
A thousand miles in
The wrong direction,
Heading south, so sad,
Just a bundle of depressive slime
Always sliding around,
So low to the ground,
Wondering if the tears ever cease.
9-21-09
A thousand miles in
The wrong direction,
Heading south, so sad,
Just a bundle of depressive slime
Always sliding around,
So low to the ground,
Wondering if the tears ever cease.
9-21-09
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