The perfect tool Every time I find my mind I find a way to screw it up I get it all twisted with things from the past Gets me wondering how long will it last? I Start walkin around, loosin my grip Now Both my shoulders have a chip Everyone making me sick with there stupid (edit) Damnit mind what... Sign in to see full entry.
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