Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Be The Liar
I'm sad in ways
Mysterious to I.
I have nothing to give,
No thanks, no praise.
Confusion bleeds me
Of my creativity,
Yet gives me fuel
To run on in the dark.
Take my hand, lie
To me and tell me
It will be okay.
Say it to me, even
If you're lying
Your ass off.
March 25, 2007
Suge
Mysterious to I.
I have nothing to give,
No thanks, no praise.
Confusion bleeds me
Of my creativity,
Yet gives me fuel
To run on in the dark.
Take my hand, lie
To me and tell me
It will be okay.
Say it to me, even
If you're lying
Your ass off.
March 25, 2007
Suge
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Be The Liar
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