pulled into the black sin
gone and left with just one end
wishing on nuthin
to hope for something
lost in my head
comainy just like stale bread
i can see what i have left
i am just blind for all i have left
if you could come with me what would you say
if you could come and see would you want to stay
so here i sit away from all of this
crying out loud trying figure out all of this
yet all i can see is the black sin
all i can hear is where this will end
and all my lips can do is grin.

may be abit of topic but i like it...lol

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peace, love.........smoke