I laid on a bed
Flashes of memory I regreted before
Faces that I can't forget
They all looked like bloody red
There's something in my head
Things that you don't get
It's eating my neurons like evil RAT
Like how I see some people are better "dead"
0r how i use their head as shooting target
It's soo B A D
I'm scared. yes. i do.
Flashes of memory I regreted before
Faces that I can't forget
They all looked like bloody red
There's something in my head
Things that you don't get
It's eating my neurons like evil RAT
Like how I see some people are better "dead"
0r how i use their head as shooting target
It's soo B A D
I'm scared. yes. i do.
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