February 25, 2009

R-Man Files, Vol. XI

Absolute contemplation, you can't see me fall
I love the inadequate, I shove your face
Into the wall
what a joke, what a hateful pathetic mess
it's true, I can't begin to stress
Life is rocking around me,
this fuckin' ship is setting sail
Driving me up the fucking wall
You drive me up the wall
I can't control how you make me feel
It's great, it's fucked, it's real
shivers up my spine and fevers at the
same time. this makes absolute and
perfect sense why aren't
this wouldn't bee okay
wimmin can't live with
out thei

it you were in my FUCKING PLACE

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