Death kill you.
Smoking kill you.
Life, fuck you, go away!
Life will fuck
You and me.
Life will abuse
You and me.
Atrophied feel of life's beat.
Come on, chance use.
On a place don't stay.
To your sorry, nothing new.
To my sorry, nothing new.
You continue to smoke.
I feel something is wrong.
We are trying to see
Throuhg the paranoia.
Our souls long been sick.
We are always going
To love life.
But she always stick
To us in the back knife.
Life
© Copyright: Гратия Мэйор, 2018
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