Naked Pictures Of Voices In My Head, Again!: OLD MAN

Wednesday, March 4, 2009


Old Man Cold are the hands of father time Grabbing at my flesh, you see No matter where I finally hide He always seems to find me In the mirror he stares at me Laughing like a child At night he dwells within my bones Old man, leave me alone Everyday, year by year He takes a piece of me I count the... Sign in to see full entry.

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