Jon Swift
Aren't You Satisfied
you pawned your throne for a talisman made of gypsy gold then turned up on the scene unexpected with a sanctified soul, a naked blade, and a conscience full of holes.the tighter the grip the more clear the inevitable became. it's not the hardship it's holding on that creates all the pain.the paycheck junky hurries off the horizon turns to pink. there's no way that this could be the night, at least that's what he thinks, with a brain plug and a cup of forget to drink.the further away it starts to slip the easier it is to fade and join the ranks of those of us who believe we've got it made.aren't you satisfied with the world that you live in
From Letras Mania