Shiner
Half Empty
By the way you're up to forty-six today; facial lines I see the sag; I see the weight your shoulders have, it's a tell-tale sign. "5 good years left," the stretch marks say. I've lost the urge and found the loss of sex and love, and the madness finds, His makeup runs, the perfect part in the perfect play, dropped the perfect line. I'd rest my case and hang my head. His frame is rigged and rain erodes his sandstone fram and his duct tape life. I'd rest my case and hang my head, but I can't get out of my bed, to save me By the way, you're up to ninety-six today
From Letras Mania