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Underagers.
Well all those stories on their pagesare outrageous, "underagers"like to blog bout themselves.I've seen em actin' all romanticlittle bastards won't stop rantin'they create their own hells.with knife like eyes, i'll cut their linesso i've decided...to part the seas, i'm tired, i will make this easyi'll part the seas, i'm tired and i'm truly uninspiredwe are the waiting the remainingbrushed perfection on a paintingbut we're often so false.the clock keeps ticking then starts talkingabout trippin' and pill poppin'what the fucks going on?with knife like eyes, i'll cut their linesso i've decided...to part the seas, i'm tired, i will make this easyi'll part the seas, i'm tired and i'm truly uninspiredup, up, up in smoke. you'll know when this is over.up, up, up in smoke. you'll know when this is over.my, my hour has come, i hid clouds inside of my lungs.my, my hour has come but i'm not leaving...
From Letras Mania