Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

Deadbeat

I'm sorry I was too tired to see,
Too tired to open up, too tired to
Grab you and kiss you when I had
The perfect opportunity, too tired to
Try to explain everything in perfect detail.

Too tired to fight for you verbally.

July 5, 2006
Suge


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